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

Her first instinct was to protect Lysander from

lost, and they both slid to the

emitting a

“Ouch!”

pain from the

and waited

of her in the moment of the fall, preventing him from hitting the floor. Another

face pressed against hers, she could feel the firmness of his skin and the warmth of his temperature. His breath and

waking up for three years.

eased the pain in her tailbone and then propped herself on Lysander’s shoulders, attempting