The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1432

It had been three years-three long years of silence and stillness-when finally, Lysander showed signs of reaction. Thalassa’s heart surged with emotion, her eyes stinging with tears that threatened to spill over.

She propped Lysander up by his shoulders, desperately seeking eye contact, but his head lolled forward, devoid of the will to hold itself up.

Thalassa’s hands trembled slightly, one hand supporting his shoulder, the other gently cradling his face, lifting it so she could look at him directly.

Through her teary haze, she saw that Lysander’s eyes remained closed, his handsome face tranquil, showing no sign of change.

The flicker of hope in Thalassa’s heart plummeted immediately.

Everything before her confirmed the harsh reality: Lysander had not yet awakened.

Her frantic heartbeat gradually subsided, her breath slowing from its initial panicked pace. Gently, she laid Lysander back down on the ground. Standing up, she helped him into a seated position, taking in every detail of his form with a clarity that belied her earlier panic.

At the very least, he had some

was a significant

there’s progress, there’s

him, her hands moving over his back as the steam from

woman in such close quarters was bound to elicit shyness

am I being too rough? Does your back hurt?” Thalassa murmured, half to herself, half to

continued to converse with Lysander, a

bit harder in case your

assured, I will find a way to wake you up,” Thalassa vowed, her voice thick with emotion,

a change in Lysander today. She saw it with

drove to Hertha’s

a knock on her desk startled her.