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?"

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

been so gentle with her. Her mother, though loving, was always preoccupied with her own interests, often engrossed

resumed his task, applying the ice pack with such care, Thalassa felt a warmth she seldom knew. Even though she assured

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

thigh muscle seized him, echoing the pain from the day before. The ice pack fell to the as he struggled to maintain his balance, hands pressing

rushing to his aid. Seeing him wince in pain, she was on the verge of

her phone nearby to call for help, Thalassa dared not move him,

cut through, "Don't worry, it'll pass in a bit. Go back