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.

towards the restroom. She needed to go there

of the bed, picked up the oxygen tank, and, with

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

than she was, hoisted the oxygen tank and carried her off towards

around his neck for balance, lest she

at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. She could see the chiseled profile of his face,

by gazing at him.

kicked open the restroom door, walked in, and gently

her face with the

an awkward position. It was hard to imagine anything making Lysander, a man of such power and stature,

was, squatting before her, simply to ensure she could use the restroom comfortably.

for? Need help?”

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