The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1221

Callum’s breath hitched, pain lacing through his body with each labored inhale. Tremors ran down his spine as he caught sight of Lysander and Thalassa lost in each other’s embrace

Lysander held Thalassa tightly, his kisses fierce and passionate, while Thalassa gently cradled his face, eagerly responding to his fervor.

The two were in their own world, their kisses deep and full of desire. The heavy, ragged breaths that they shared were audible in the quiet of the room, telling tales of longing and possession.

Callum felt a tremor go through his body, which suddenly seized up at the sight. A dark shadow flickered across his usually warm eyes.

He clenched his teeth, his body rigid with the effort of holding himself together.

“Mr. Gordon, your hand looks really bad. Let me call 911 for you,” a concerned waiter said, noticing Callum’s limp hand.

The waiter kept his eyes downcast, not daring to look at Lysander and Thalassa, who were still entwined. Lysander’s earlier aura of menace had the waiter on edge, afraid that even a glance might be seen as an insult that it could result in a broken wrist like Mr. Gordon.

pale and cold. He stared at Lysander and Thalassa, who were still locked in a fiery kiss. His eyes betrayed a restrained

much pain to speak,

Lysander impulsively to quell the storm of anger around him, but she hadn’t expected his dominating

the knees, breathless from

spent, while Lysander’s large hand stayed pressed against her back, keeping her close.

Lysander’s gaze turned icy as he looked back at Callum, as if none

scooped Thalassa into

a chair, his good hand clenched into

fixed ahead, teeth gritted, as he silently bore the

a sharp glint. The injuries he’d sustained wouldn’t be

Thalassa would see Lysander’s true colors how brutal, cold, and ruthless he could be then all the pain was worth it.