The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1270

So, while they waited for the sheets to be changed, was she seriously not even allowed to sit on the bed?

Thalassa was feeling a bit upset. Even if she couldn’t lounge on the mattress, perching on the nightstand would’ve been fine, right? Why on earth did she have to sit on his lap?

With her back against his sturdy chest, Thalassa could feel the heat emanating from his body. She tensed up, holding her breath as if that could make her invisible.

Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer, his large hands encircled her waist, and his hot breath cascaded down her neck, reminiscent of a predator panting over its prey desperate to devour her but restrained.

Thalassa’s heart was all over the place, a bundle of nerves.

As the seconds ticked by, the wait felt like an eternity.

She wished someone would come to her rescue, but it was just the two of them in the room. Her mom and Callum had been shooed away by him.

And since he was the one who sent them away, they wouldn’t return until he left.

racked her brain, trying to figure

locked around her, keeping

an external

was exhausting her mental strategies, there

two housekeepers pushing

faces before they hastily said, “Oh, sorry to intrude.

were about to retreat.

a ripe tomato. She smacked Lysander’s hand

her sitting on his lap, and now they were caught in this awkward situation by the housekeepers, with her still perched on his

and being seen like this

smacked the back of Lysander’s hand again, muttering complaints

was strikingly handsome, with an extraordinary présence. His suit was impeccably tailored, and he wore a wristwatch that was clearly worth

made it clear he was a big deal, not someone they’d want