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

all, was still recovering

hand circling

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

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

deeper shade of red and her

any reckless movement might switch on

her embarrassment and discomfort, she remained

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

beaming like a blooming flower, lifted the phone, stepped back, and the other children gathered around, peering at the screen with sparkling

large, luminous eyes shifting

off guard, 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,

of Lysander turning into a wolf