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.

forced a smile. “Fine, I’ll

the bathroom, she began to help him undress. Standing so close, her head barely reached his shoulder. At a decent height of five-foot-five,

worked on the buttons of

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

scent of his pheromones filled the air, entangling

with pure intentions, her mind void of wayward thoughts. But as she glimpsed the body beneath his clothes, her

solely on his shirt buttons, yet her peripheral vision kept catching glimpses of his taut

watched from above with a deep interest,

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

encounters, she still blushed,

Lysander felt a

proved she couldn’t resist his physique.

stood still, letting Thalassa proceed

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

however, was sophisticated and