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.

Thalassa forced a smile. “Fine, I’ll help you.”

At a decent height of five-foot-five, she was not short by any means, but next to Lysander’s towering frame, she seemed

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

muscles began to reveal themselves-the ruggedness of his Adam’s apple, the tautness of his chest-all exuding a

his pheromones filled the

the body beneath his clothes,

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

a deep interest, his

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

encounters, she still

her bashful demeanor, Lysander felt

it proved she couldn’t resist his

letting Thalassa proceed with the task.

remembering how he had been injured in her defense, she mustered the courage and reached for his belt.

however, was sophisticated and she struggled to undo it.