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

bathroom, she began to help him undress. Standing so close, her head barely reached his shoulder. At a decent height of five-foot-five, she

the buttons of his shirt-one, two…

muscles began to

his pheromones filled the

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

his shirt buttons, yet her peripheral vision kept catching glimpses of his taut skin and

deep interest, his

pale to flushed. As she undid the last button of

she still blushed, still showed

Lysander felt a surge of satisfaction.

she couldn’t resist his

Thalassa proceed

remembering how he had been injured in her defense, she mustered the

however, was sophisticated and she struggled to