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.

uncomfortably, her body rigid, her cheeks burning, she reminded him, “Your leg is still injured. Shouldn’t you be more careful?”

after all, was still recovering from that hasty burn.

Lysander murmured in his deep, resonant voice, his hand circling

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

her petite

like a child, her face turned a deeper shade of red and her breathing grew labored. But Lysander’s

danger, warning her that any

even with her embarrassment and discomfort, she remained still, enduring the closeness.

Lysander was pleased. His deep eyes shifted to Elowen, who was holding up the phone, “Go ahead and take the picture.”

and the other children gathered around, peering at

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

realized she was supposed to present her best self for the picture. She forced a smile, feeling Lysander’s warmth at her back and the innocent, charming faces

torn between the fear of Lysander turning into a wolf and the pure joy