The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 708

Lysander’s rough, calloused palm, as always, held Thalassa’s delicate wrist. His touch was electrifying and sent a tingling sensation down her spine.

He led her to the golf course and handed her a golf club.

Upon receiving it, Thalassa was taken aback by its weight. She dropped it to the ground and quickly stepped away.

She was fortunate to have moved rapidly, or else her foot would have been injured by the heavy club.

She had assumed the club would be light. She didn’t expect it to be so heavy. It was a task just to lift it; she needed to employ serious effort.

She shot an awkward glance at Lysander. His deep, piercing eyes held a hint of reproach as they met hers.

“I thought it was made of wood, not metal.” Thalassa confessed that her understanding of golf clubs was flawed.

She had assumed that the white-painted club would be light, only to find out that it was made of solid metal when she held it in her hands.

The material alone revealed it wasn’t ordinary; it probably wasn’t cheap

Lysander advised her.

had held the club earlier. She mimicked him and gripped the club with both hands, aiming at the white golf

gave it a trial swing, but it felt all

stood behind her. He stretched out his hand and adjusted the direction of the club she was

that she had been holding the club

until she refocused that she became aware of Lysander’s encircling presence. His strong, muscular chest was pressed against

synced with his, and they began

if the oxygen around her was being depleted, and her breathing

hers, and his magnetic, husky voice echoed in her ear. “Like this. Aim and swing. Don’t

brushed against her delicate cheek as if it had flown

had leaped up to her

breath brushing her face that

the white golf ball as it traced a beautiful

brilliant!” Hertha jumped up and clapped

feet, Hertha, unable to resist the urge to play golf herself, made a suggestion to Alaric