The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1271

Thalassa bolted upright, a rush of awkwardness propelling her to take several steps forward, distancing herself from Lysander as if that could somehow diffuse the embarrassing air from moments ago when she found herself perched on his lap.

She glanced back after a few paces and caught the surprised looks from the hotel staff. With a sheepish grin, she tried to alleviate the tension in the air, lifting a hand in a shaky wave and chuckling, “Carry on, please.”

The housekeeper masked her own discomfort, nodding with a polite wariness, “Of course, we’ll have this done in no time.”

As the staff began briskly tending to the bed nearest the door, their nervous haste was palpable-they were clearly itching to swap out the linens and make themselves scarce.

Thalassa knew exactly what was running through their minds-they had seen her on Lysander’s lap and must have thought they’d interrupted a private moment.

The mere thought of them imagining her and Lysander together in bed sent a blush to her cheeks, hot as boiling water scalding her skin.

While she squirmed in her discomfort, Lysander remained the picture of casual repose, lounging against the nightstand with one leg stretched out, the other bent, his hands resting casually on his knees. His gaze, fixed on Thalassa, was calm and unfathomable, as if she were the only person in his world.

his cool stare at her back, she shivered involuntarily, her skin prickling with unease as if she were prey

forced a laugh, “I’ll just step out for

there!” Lysander’s voice, cool and

penetrating gaze-deep and dark as

there something you need?”

The formality seemed to chill the air around them further, the room’s

aura had everyone

now

were eager to escape, bowing and scraping, “All set for you. Rest assured it’s all clean. Have a great day”

beginning to regain its normal color, flamed red again at their

a great day’-could there be

here,” Lysander