The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1163

His calloused fingertips brushed against the delicate skin of her forehead, sending shivers down her spine and causing her heart to race in a fluttering rhythm that seemed to lose its regular beat.

She clutched the bed sheets behind her, holding on until Lysander straightened up and put some distance between them. Only then did her pulse begin to settle.

Lysander looked down and saw she inhale through that oxygen mask. He asked with his deep, magnetic voice, “Are you hungry?”

The doctor had said that after a few minutes of oxygen session, she could remove the mask and eat.

Thalassa shook her head; she wasn’t hun l now she only needed to use the bathroom.

She’d had her fill of juices at the bar, and

But she was still tethered to the oxygen, unable to move, and it was getting urgent.

“Point to where it hurts,” Lysander said, his voice laced with concern as he noticed the furrow in her brow that hinted she was enduring some discomfort.

her hand and pointed towards the restroom.

on Lysander as he sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the oxygen tank, and, with a

guard by this sudden, domineering move. She had been prepared

more anxious than she was, hoisted the oxygen tank and

wrapped her arms around his

disbelief. She could see the chiseled profile of his face, which

just by gazing

kicked open the restroom door, walked in, and

keeping the mask secure on her face with the other, he maintained a stooped

her in an awkward position. It was hard to imagine anything

her, simply to

help?” Lysander’s piercing gaze met hers.

was suddenly self-conscious. She quickly averted her eyes, looking down at the baggy hospital pants she was wearing.