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

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

fingers worked on the buttons of his

well-defined muscles began to reveal themselves-the ruggedness of his Adam’s apple, the tautness

pheromones filled the air, entangling with Thalassa’s

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

peripheral vision kept catching glimpses of

a deep interest, his

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

many encounters, she still blushed, still

bashful demeanor, Lysander felt

it proved she couldn’t resist his

stood still, letting Thalassa proceed

he had been injured in her defense,

belt buckle, however, was sophisticated and she struggled to undo