The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1364

Thalassa fought to contain the fear and pain welling up inside her, convincing herself that Lysander had merely fallen asleep.

She called out to him, certain he would awaken.

But no matter how loudly she called his name, there was no response.

Her hands, wrapped around his back, felt a warm, sticky liquid. Even without looking, she knew it was Lysander’s blood.

Before he had collapsed, his mouth had been oozing fresh blood.

Her cheek brushed against his, still warm to the touch, his skin firm and masculine as ever.

Trembling, Thalassa cradled Lysander’s face in her hands, gently lifting his head to face her. Through her tear-blurred vision, she saw blood flow from a gash on his head, cascading across his thick brow, past his handsome eyes, and even trickling down his nose to his lips.

The scene was a dagger to Thalassa’s heart, the pain so intense it threatened to suffocate her. Yet, a sliver of hope lingered Lysander was just injured, merely unconscious, and he would recover.

breath caught in her throat, and with shaking hands,

past were now

her pupils dilated, and her body became rigid as

pain spread from her core, threatening to

don’t die!

cry tore from Thalassa’s depths, a cry of unbearable

sobbing uncontrollably, her voice

attempted to reach for her cell phone to call for a ambulance, but the fear of leaving Lysander alone, even for a moment,

aching as if cleaved by a knife, making

trembling, she looked around for her phone, but her mind was

search for the phone, but the fear that it

despair, her voice weak, she pleaded, “Lysander, please wake up. If you just wake up,

forgive everything. I won’t drive you away again… Please, wake

the villagers heard the explosion, their first instinct was to flee.

the chaos subsided,

they found Thalassa clutching a man, her cries heart-wrenching, while

among themselves, pointing and speculating.