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 you.”

head barely reached his shoulder. At a decent height of five-foot-five, she was not short by any means,

the buttons of

muscles began to reveal themselves-the ruggedness of his Adam’s apple, the

of his pheromones filled the

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

glimpses of his taut skin and muscular lines, irresistibly drawing

from above with a deep interest, his gaze shifting from evaluative to

her face turn to excitement, her complexion shifting from pale

still blushed, still

Lysander felt a surge of

it proved she

still, letting Thalassa

been

buckle, however, was sophisticated and she struggled to undo