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.

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

from falling. She clutched at him and used all her strength to keep him upright.

they both slid to

landed on her bottom with a thud, her back emitting a dull grunt, and her head smacking the

“Ouch!”

pain from the double assault caused her head to spin, her

a moment and waited for the disorientation to

top of her in the moment of the fall, preventing him from hitting the floor. Another fall could have been

warmth of his

been distracted by the fear of Lysander not waking up for three years. Him being alive

tailbone and then propped herself on Lysander’s shoulders, attempting to push