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.

watched as Lysander maneuvered his legs onto the bed. He settled back against the headboard, pulled the covers over himself, and glanced at her, "Come on, get some rest

"I..." Thalassa hesitated.

was everything you said at the wedding just a lie?" Lysander interrupted before

and she quickly

simple command from Lysander, as imperious and

climbed onto the bed. Because Lysander was sitting at the

prone to mistakes she became. As she attempted to scoot further in, her hand slipped, and her leg landed heavily on Lysander's, not only pressing down on him but also causing a sharp

didn't mean

for you," Thalassa apologized frantically, moving to the other side of the bed. She lifted the covers and began massaging Lysander's leg, asking, "Did I press

face expressionless, and remained silent regardless

hadn't found the right spot, Thalassa

looked up for

your effort," Lysander suddenly