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.

a deep breath, Thalassa forced a smile.

At a decent height of five-foot-five, she was not short by any means, but next to Lysander’s

the buttons

lean, well-defined muscles began to reveal themselves-the ruggedness of his Adam’s

scent of his pheromones filled the air,

she glimpsed the body beneath his clothes, her heart began to falter, her breathing slowed to a shallow rhythm.

his shirt buttons, yet her peripheral vision kept catching glimpses of his taut skin and muscular lines, irresistibly drawing her eyes, tempting her heart.

above with a deep interest, his gaze shifting

the natural hue of her face turn to excitement, her complexion shifting from pale to flushed. As she undid the last button of his

still

Lysander felt a surge of

it proved she couldn’t resist his

Thalassa proceed with the

pants. She hesitated but, remembering how he had been injured in her defense,

and she