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

her head barely reached his shoulder. At a decent height of

buttons of

on the task at hand, she 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, masculine allure.

his pheromones filled the air, entangling with

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

her peripheral vision kept catching glimpses of his

watched from above with a deep interest, his gaze

complexion shifting from pale to flushed. As

encounters, she still blushed,

Lysander felt a

least it proved she couldn’t resist

Thalassa proceed with the

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

buckle, however, was sophisticated and she struggled to undo it.