The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1206

The scorching breath tickled the edges of Thalissa’s ear, carrying an invasive scent of peril.

Her body tensed, frozen in place, her pupils dilated, eyes flickering with uncertainty.

Lysander’s words were eerily familiar. Weren’t they the same ones she’d uttered to him not too long ago?

Back then, when little Elowen had offered Lysander some homemade cookies, Thalassa, worried that he’d refuse and hurt the child’s feelings, had advised him, “Don’t reject the kindness of a child; it might break their heart.”

Now, Lysander had turned her words back on her. How could she possibly refuse?

But sitting on his lap, this way-when a child does it, it’s the sweetness of a father-daughter bond.

And her? Sitting on Lysander’s lap, it could only seem awkward, the sort of thing to set. tongues wagging and minds wandering.

rigid, her cheeks burning, she reminded him, “Your

after all, was still recovering from

voice, his hand circling her waist to

he enveloped Thalassa, creating the image of

to Lysander, her petite form seemed childlike

a child, her face turned a deeper shade of red and her breathing grew labored. But Lysander’s words left her unable to struggle or protest, and she didn’t dare

abdomen, a constant reminder of the potential danger, warning her that any reckless movement might switch on his predatory

embarrassment and discomfort, she remained still,

compliance, Lysander was pleased. His deep eyes shifted to Elowen, who was holding up the phone,

stepped back, and the other children gathered around, peering at the screen

Elowen said earnestly, her large, luminous eyes shifting from the phone to Thalassa,

She forced a smile, feeling Lysander’s warmth at her

between the fear of Lysander turning into