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?"

Lysander's tender, caring eyes, Thalassa felt her throat tighten. She

with her. Her mother, though loving, was always preoccupied with her own

ice pack with such care, Thalassa felt a warmth she seldom knew. Even though she

feet, Lysander released Thalassa's foot. "There, take a rest

but a spasm in his thigh muscle seized him, echoing the pain from the day before. The ice pack

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

her phone nearby to call for help, Thalassa dared not move him, fearing any wrong move could

steady voice cut through, "Don't worry, it'll pass in a bit. Go back to bed and rest; just