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.

she hastily pushed the door open and stepped out onto the solid ground, heading

Lysander’s exit. She quickened her

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

thank you. Carry on,” Thalassa replied cordially.

her. A looming shadow enveloped her before she could react, her feet lifted from the

reaching

panicked heart found its pace, and her anxious eyes met the

chest pressed against her, radiating an unshakeable strength

that teased her

heart, yet to settle, began

right against the spot where Lysander’s chest met her left breast, was

intense as he saw her startled look. His throat tightened, and he

quickly lowered their heads, pretending to