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.

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

leg, after all, was still recovering from

Lysander murmured in his deep, resonant voice, his hand circling her waist to pull her closer, adjusting her

he would with Elowen, cradling her small frame, he enveloped Thalassa, creating the image of

Thalassa was an adult, next to Lysander, her petite form seemed childlike in his

like a child, her face turned a deeper shade of red and her breathing grew

the potential danger, warning her that any reckless movement might switch on his predatory

discomfort, she remained still, enduring the

Lysander was pleased. His deep eyes shifted to Elowen, who was

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

us a smile,” Elowen said earnestly, her large, luminous eyes shifting from the phone to Thalassa, urging her to look happier for

picture. She forced a smile, feeling Lysander’s warmth at her back and

between the fear of Lysander turning into a wolf