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.

breath, Thalassa forced a smile.

Standing so close, her head barely reached his shoulder. At a decent height of five-foot-five,

the buttons of his

lean, well-defined muscles began to reveal themselves-the ruggedness

filled the air,

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

tried focusing solely on his shirt buttons, yet her peripheral vision kept catching glimpses of his taut skin and

deep interest,

shifting from pale to flushed. As she undid the last

still blushed, still showed

her bashful demeanor, Lysander felt a surge

proved she couldn’t resist his

stood still, letting Thalassa proceed with the

pants. She hesitated but, remembering how he had been

buckle, however, was sophisticated and she struggled