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.

she reminded him, “Your leg is still

leg, after all, was still recovering from that

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

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

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

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

the 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

her embarrassment and discomfort, she remained still,

was pleased. His deep eyes shifted to Elowen, who was holding up the phone, “Go ahead and take

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

earnestly, her large, luminous eyes shifting from the phone to Thalassa, urging

she was supposed to present her best self for the picture. She forced a smile, feeling Lysander’s warmth at

was torn between the fear of Lysander turning into