The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa quickly stepped back, evading Lysander's reach, her words tumbling out in a rush, "Lysander, what are you doing?"

Her gaze flitted around, unable to meet Lysander's eyes directly.

Even though she had just confessed her feelings to Lysander that day, it had been a while since they last saw each other. There was a certain unfamiliarity between them, making his sudden intimate gesture somewhat uncomfortable for Thalassa.

Lysander opened and closed his hand, as if trying to hold onto the warmth from Thalassa's waist, the softness of her touch lingering in his palm.

He silently retracted his hand, his eyes locked on Thalassa, "I was just helping you up; no need to bend over."

He explained why he had tried to wrap his arms around her waist.

Thalassa understood his intention and blinked, asking, "Aren't you going to rest?"

"I can manage on my own." With that, Lysander propped himself up with his hands on the bed, pushing himself up to sit on it.

back

"I..." Thalassa hesitated.

everything you said at the wedding just a lie?"

she quickly replied, "Of

It was a simple command from

was sitting at the edge, she had to move towards the inside. She

attempted to scoot further in, her hand slipped, and

didn't mean to.

moving to the other side of the bed. She lifted the covers and began massaging Lysander's leg,

watched her, his face expressionless, and remained silent regardless

hadn't found the right spot,

looked up for

wasting your effort,"