The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa let out a sigh, finally finding a somewhat comfortable position for her legs, when the doorbell rang.

She hurried to the door, expecting her aunt, a smile blooming on her face, "Aunt Clara, how was your day with—"

Her greeting was cut short at the sight of David standing at the doorway, pushing a wheelchair. Seated in it was a presence too imposing to ignore. It was Lysander!

His striking features, noble as a marble statue, seemed to command the elements, his aura icy and unapproachable.

Seeing Lysander, Thalassa's smile vanished, her nerves tightening, a wave of anxiety washing over her. "Lysander, what brings you here?"

Lysander's dark eyes lifted to her. She was in a nightgown, her hair damp, a mist of water vapor wrapping around her. Her dark hair draped over her pale cheeks, creating a stark contrast, like a lily fresh from the water.

Just the sight of her like this made Lysander's gaze darken, his throat tightening.

Without responding to Thalassa, Lysander glanced behind him.

David quickly got the hint, let go of the wheelchair, and left.

Thalassa, slightly tense, offered, "I'll get you a cup of tea." "No

an authority

in her own home, Thalassa found herself drawn by his commanding presence, obediently sitting

His eyes narrowed, "Did you hurt yourself just now?" He had heard her cry out in pain when she was helping him

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she was hurt, and she had denied

lied! The injury looked

on her leg, Thalassa hastily pulled down her dress

attempt to conceal the injury was interrupted by his firm grasp, his hand

heart skipped a beat, freezing her actions, as she looked up

stop avoiding my questions?" Lysander's

didn't even notice when he had wheeled closer, his presence overwhelming, his breath warm on her

faltered, attempting to