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

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

on the buttons of his shirt-one,

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,

pheromones filled the

mind void of wayward thoughts. But as she glimpsed the body beneath

his shirt buttons, yet her peripheral vision kept catching glimpses of his taut skin and muscular lines, irresistibly drawing her

interest, his gaze

to excitement, her complexion shifting from pale

still blushed, still

felt a surge

least it proved she couldn’t resist his physique.

Thalassa proceed with

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

belt buckle, however, was sophisticated and she struggled