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.

her cheeks burning, she reminded him, “Your leg is still injured. Shouldn’t

still recovering

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

he enveloped Thalassa, creating the image of her nestled safely

to Lysander, her petite form seemed childlike in his strong, broad

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

warning her that any reckless movement might switch on his

embarrassment and discomfort, she

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

look so worried. Give us a smile,” Elowen said earnestly, her large, luminous eyes shifting from the

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

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