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 smile. “Fine, I’ll help you.”

began to help him undress. Standing so close, her head barely reached his shoulder. At a decent height

buttons of his shirt-one,

began to reveal themselves-the ruggedness of

heavy scent of his pheromones filled the air, entangling with Thalassa’s

of wayward thoughts. But as she glimpsed the body beneath his clothes, her heart began to

buttons, yet her peripheral vision kept catching glimpses of his taut skin and muscular

deep interest,

excitement, her complexion shifting from pale

encounters, she still

bashful demeanor, Lysander felt

proved she

Thalassa proceed with

pants. She hesitated but, remembering how he had been

however, was sophisticated and she struggled to undo it.