The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa saw him struggling and immediately went to take the object from his hands. "Let me handle this. You should sit down and take a break," she said.

She hadn't forgotten that Lysander's leg had only recently healed. The frequent bending and standing could overburden it. If his leg suffered any more issues, she would never forgive herself.

Thalassa reached for the ice pack that Lysander was holding, but he dodged and said firmly, "Don't move. You can't apply it properly yourself; let me do it."

With that, he gently lifted her foot and placed it on his thigh, carefully positioning the cloth-wrapped ice pack on her ankle. He was cautious, worrying the cold might be too much for her.

As soon as it touched her skin, Lysander asked with concern, "How does it feel? Too cold?"

caring eyes, Thalassa felt her throat tighten. She shook her head,

was always preoccupied with

pack with such care, Thalassa felt a warmth she seldom knew. Even though she assured him it felt fine, Lysander remained cautious, not pressing the ice pack too hard against her skin, ensuring the cold

alternating the ice pack between her feet, Lysander released Thalassa's foot. "There,

pain from the day before. The ice pack fell to the as he

to his aid. Seeing him wince in pain, she was on the verge of tears, "Lysander, what's wrong? Can't you

help, Thalassa dared not move him, fearing any wrong move could worsen his

turmoil, Lysander's pained yet steady voice cut through, "Don't worry, it'll pass in