The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1177

Lysander slid into the backseat of the car, his larger-than-life presence filling the space entirely.

Thalassa glanced at his legs, noting he had changed into a fresh pair of jeans which concealed any sign of injury. He had walked with her earlier, his stride steady, betraying no hint of discomfort.

Thalassa still felt uneasy when she thought of the scene yesterday when she saw the skin on his legs reddened with several blood blisters.

Turning her head, she eyed his profile with concern. “Did you get those wounds on your leg checked today?”

Lysander turned his deep-set eyes toward her, a subtle tremor in his gaze. She was showing concern for him.

Clearing his throat, he replied, “Yeah, they’ve been taken care of.”

Thalassa gave him a small nod, relieved. “Good.”

As she was about to look away, Lysander suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist and, with a firm pull, hoisted her onto his lap.

Thalassa yelped, her cheeks flushing as she turned to glare at him. “Lysander, what are you doing?”

get off, but Lysander wrapped his arms around her waist and anchored her to sit on his lap, his cheek against the side of her face, his masculine, hot breath blowing on her ear.

hot breath sent shivers through Thalassa, her

struggled briefly, attempting to pry his hands away and move back to

winced, a sharp pain evident in

laced with anxiety. “What’s

hurts, and yet you move.” His voice was a

After all,

save her.

in a car, and you’re still injured. Can’t you be a little more behaved?” she asked, her tone almost pleading.

a leg wound; it’s not getting in the way.” He nuzzled her

ticklish sensation made Thalassa squirm. “Stop it, I just got out of

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want some peace.”

you peace.” Lysander’s lips found hers, demanding and