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. “Fine, I’ll help you.”

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

fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt-one, two…

avoided his gaze. As his shirt fell open, his lean, well-defined muscles began to reveal themselves-the ruggedness of his Adam’s apple, the tautness of his chest-all exuding a raw,

his pheromones filled the air, entangling with

the body beneath his clothes, her heart began

catching glimpses of his taut skin and muscular lines,

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

to excitement, her complexion shifting from pale to flushed. As she

encounters, she still blushed, still showed

demeanor, Lysander felt a surge of satisfaction.

it proved she couldn’t

stood still, letting Thalassa proceed with the task.

hesitated but, remembering how he had been injured in her defense, she mustered the courage and

belt buckle, however, was sophisticated and