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.

Lysander maneuvered his legs onto the bed. He settled back against the

"I..." Thalassa hesitated.

wedding just a lie?" Lysander interrupted before she could finish, his voice

and she quickly

was a simple command from Lysander, as imperious and stoic as

onto the bed. Because Lysander was sitting at the edge, she had to move towards the inside. She

further in, her hand slipped, and her leg landed

didn't

frantically, moving to the other side of the bed.

face expressionless, and remained silent regardless

she hadn't found the right spot, Thalassa continued to

looked up

your effort," Lysander