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.

trying to figure a way

were locked around her, keeping

an external

mental strategies, there was a

Thalassa quickly turned her head to see two housekeepers pushing a cleaning cart into

they hastily said, “Oh, sorry to intrude. If now’s not a

were about to retreat.

tomato. She smacked Lysander’s hand and stammered, “Get up,

from pleasant. Lysander had insisted on her sitting on his lap, and now they were caught in this awkward situation by the housekeepers, with her still perched on his legs.

like this by others made her feel utterly

of Lysander’s hand again, muttering complaints that left the housekeeper’s both shocked and in awe.

with an extraordinary présence. His

it clear he