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.

the bed. He settled back against the headboard, pulled the covers over himself, and glanced

"I..." Thalassa hesitated.

just a lie?" Lysander interrupted before she could

gaze unnerved Thalassa, and she quickly replied,

come here." It was a simple command from Lysander, as imperious and stoic as he'd always

a moment's pause, Thalassa slipped off her shoes and climbed onto the bed. Because Lysander was sitting at the edge, she had

her hand slipped, and her leg landed heavily on Lysander's, not

sorry, didn't mean to.

for you," Thalassa apologized frantically, moving to the other side of the bed. She

his face expressionless, and remained

spot,

looked up

wasting your effort,"