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.

squirmed uncomfortably, her body rigid, her cheeks burning, she reminded him, “Your

after all, was still recovering from that

resonant voice, his hand

small frame, he enveloped Thalassa, creating the image of

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

like 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

any reckless

and discomfort, she remained still, enduring the closeness.

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

phone, stepped back, and the other children gathered around, peering

earnestly, her large, luminous eyes shifting

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

of Lysander turning into a wolf and