The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1183

Lysander drew in a heavy breath, stood up, and released her.

Thalassa scrambled to her feet and hurried to the bathroom.

Shutting the door, she perched on the toilet seat, pressing a hand to her wildly beating heart, trying to calm the frantic rhythm.

But even with her hand pressed firmly and drawing several deep breaths, her heartbeat continued to thrash uncontrollably.

Lysander’s ragged breathing seemed to echo in her ears, his husky voice, laden with anticipation, lingering in her mind, refusing to dissipate, driving her heart into a frenzy.

Panic-stricken, this was the chaos of panic, of wanting to flee, of not knowing what to do.

She had never imagined that Lysander could fall for her.

A man like Lysander, his affections were too deep, too intense, domineering and possessive, and she feared she couldn’t bear it or accept it..

Even if he did like her, he wouldn’t marry her. She could never be more than a secret lover, hidden away. The Sinclairs would never allow her to marry Lysander, and Lysander himself would never marry her.

such

toilet, reluctant to

Thalassa back to reality. She looked towards the frosted glass door, seeing Lysander’s

knocking,

waistband of her pants and called out, “I’m… uh, gonna be a while.

spoke, Lysander’s tall figure lingered at the door for

away.

Thalassa’s taut nerves relaxed slightly. She remained seated

stepped out to find Lysander lying on

seeing her hesitation, beckoned her with a

with an innate authority that

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oppressed.

unspoken command, Thalassa took steps towards the bed.

sat up and reached out his hand. Thalassa’s breath hitched, but