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.

rigid, her cheeks burning, she reminded him, “Your

still recovering from that

fine,” Lysander murmured in his deep, resonant voice, his hand circling her waist to pull her

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

Thalassa was an adult, next to Lysander, her petite

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

heat of Lysander’s abdomen, a constant reminder of the potential danger, warning her that any reckless movement might switch on his predatory instincts, and she’d be truly

embarrassment and discomfort, she remained still, enduring the closeness.

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

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

her large, luminous eyes

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 the children

into a wolf and the pure