The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1199

Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat, thrown off rhythm by the memory of his response to her question that day. Her pulse raced erratically, seeking escape from the turmoil within.

She quickly averted her gaze, refusing to look at his profile any longer, focusing straight ahead, and fell silent.

Lysander, the kind of man whose emotions were as intense as his possessiveness, was suffocating and painful.

She was just an ordinary woman, unable to bear the weight of his oppressive affection.

Nor could she imagine a life indefinitely by his side without any formal acknowledgment. All she yearned for was a simple, tranquil existence.

The car pulled to a stop in the driveway of the Royal Estates.

Experience had taught her if she didn’t hurry out, Lysander would come and scoop her up in a princess carry that was as embarrassingly intimate as it was heart-fluttering, making her feel utterly uncomfortable. Especially with so many servants around, their eyes inevitably catching the scene, leaving her blushing and shy.

halt, she hastily pushed the door

sound of the car door closing signaled Lysander’s exit.

the head butler, was directing the staff in their cleaning when he saw her. He greeted her with respectful politeness, “Ms. Everhart,

Carry on,”

looming shadow enveloped her before she could react, her feet lifted

hands instinctively reaching for something stable to prevent

neck, her body steadied, her panicked heart found its pace, and her anxious eyes met the handsome face

radiating

scent that teased her

heart, yet to settle, began

Lysander’s chest met her left

gaze intense as he saw her startled

by Fitch, caught off guard by Lysander carrying Thalassa, quickly lowered their heads,