The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1431

Thalassa crouched down, feeling Lysander’s breath on the crown of her head. His exhale was warm and forceful, synchronizing with her own breathing, making it slow and heavy.

For three years, she had bathed him, and each time, her body reacted to his. No matter how many times she saw him, it always felt like the first, a mix of fascination and heartache.

She wished for a miracle, for him to suddenly open his eyes, grab her wrist, and demand in that imperious tone of his, “What are you doing? Keep staring and I’ll pluck those eyes right out!”

But miracles never happened.

Thalassa’s hope had gradually sunk into a deep, aching dread. She feared that Lysander might never wake up.

Lost in her thoughts, she had already stripped him down. Supporting his weight, she prepared to lift him into the bathtub.

tiles, which she failed to notice. Her feet slipped on

to protect Lysander from

lost, and they both slid to the floor.

a thud, her back emitting a

“Ouch!”

hers, the impact sending a shock through her chest. The pain from the double assault caused her

breath for a moment and waited for the disorientation

fall, preventing him from hitting the floor. Another fall

Lysander’s face pressed against hers, she could feel the firmness of his skin and the warmth of his temperature. His breath and warmth were normal, at least proving he was still very much

not waking up

furrowed brow, Thalassa eased the pain in her tailbone and then propped herself on Lysander’s shoulders, attempting to push him off.