The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1401

All of Thalassa’s attention was fixated on Lysander.

Every morning, she would prepare a nutritious breakfast, patiently spoon–feeding Lysander who was unconscious and unable to swallow on his own.

Mimicking the way Lysander used to coax her into eating porridge, Thalassa would take a mouthful herself and then seal her lips to his, transferring the food from her mouth to his.

When he wouldn’t swallow, she’d gently push the food to the back of his throat and follow it with a sip of water, allowing the liquid to help the food slide down into his stomach.

The only downside to this method was its slowness.

A single meal could take over an hour, but Thalassa remained patient, feeding him bite by bite.

Lysander needed to eat well to maintain his strength, to fend off illness, and to have the possibility of waking up sooner.

was Thalassa’s

of the plethora of scars marring his body,

were all for her, remnants of his

down with a warm towel. Once, his physique might have made her blush, but now, all she felt was only

the still–healing wounds, afraid of causing him any pain. She treated him with the tenderness one might afford a priceless work of

I’m sorry. I’ll never say we’re through again, that we owe each other nothing. Just wake up, and I’ll agree to anything. You want to go to the city hall and make

and a year

they were barely visible. He was kept clean and

Thalassa would wash him, speak to him in a soft voice, “Lysander, I’m sorry. It’s my fault you’re trapped in this sleep.

remained shut, offering no response.

fell from

on, another year