The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1208

Lysander’s grip was firm and strong, his palm exuding a warmth that signaled power and danger.

Thalassa dared not resist for fear of being torn apart.

When they returned to the room, Thalassa pulled away from his grasp and strode towards the bed. “I’m beat,” she said, feigning tiredness. “I want to sleep. Don’t you need a shower? Go freshen up.”

“Join me,” Lysander’s voice resonated with a low magnetic timbre.

Thalassa whirled around in shock, her eyes wide and frantic. “What… what did you just say?”

“Help me shower,” Lysander replied. “Took a hit to the leg, you know. Can’t risk getting it wet; might get infected. You’re all about tending to my wounds, aren’t you?”

She was at a loss for words. The excuse was bulletproof.

-After all, his leg was hurt while saving her. She couldn’t just abandon him.

Thalassa forced a smile. “Fine, I’ll help

close, her head barely reached his shoulder. At a decent height of five-foot-five, she was not short by any means, but next to Lysander’s

the buttons of

fell open, his lean, well-defined muscles began to

heavy scent of his pheromones filled the air,

started with pure intentions, her mind void of wayward thoughts. But as she glimpsed the body beneath his clothes, her heart began to falter, her breathing slowed to a shallow rhythm.

her peripheral vision kept catching glimpses

interest, his

her complexion shifting from pale to flushed. As she undid the last button of

many encounters, she still blushed, still

bashful demeanor, Lysander felt

it proved she couldn’t resist his physique.

still, letting Thalassa proceed with

he had been injured in

belt buckle, however, was sophisticated and