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.

burning, she reminded him, “Your

leg, after all, was still

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

with Elowen, cradling her small frame, he enveloped Thalassa, creating the image of her nestled safely in his arms.

to Lysander, her petite form seemed childlike in his strong, broad embrace.

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

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

with her embarrassment and discomfort, she remained still, enduring the

eyes shifted to Elowen, who was holding up the phone, “Go ahead

and the other children gathered around, peering at the screen with sparkling curiosity.

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

Thalassa 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 of

into a wolf and