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,

was still recovering from that hasty burn.

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

cradling her small frame, he enveloped Thalassa, creating the image of her nestled safely

was an adult, next to Lysander, her petite

of red and her breathing grew labored. But Lysander’s words left her unable to

potential danger, warning her that any reckless movement might switch on his predatory instincts, and she’d be

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

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

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

a smile,” Elowen said earnestly, her large, luminous eyes shifting from

to present her best self for the picture. She forced a smile, feeling

the fear of Lysander turning into a wolf and the pure joy of the children’s innocence.