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.

it was Thalassa’s responsibility to

catch sight of the plethora of scars marring his body, and her breath would catch,

her, remnants of

down with a warm towel. Once, his physique might have made her blush,

still–healing wounds, afraid of causing him any pain. She treated him with the tenderness one

nothing. Just wake up, and I’ll agree to anything. You want to go to the city hall and make it

flew, and a year

were barely visible. He was kept clean and

a soft voice, “Lysander, I’m sorry. It’s my fault you’re trapped in this sleep. I’ve apologized a thousand times over this past year.

Lysander’s eyes remained shut, offering no

from

raced on, another