The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1206

The scorching breath tickled the edges of Thalissa’s ear, carrying an invasive scent of peril.

Her body tensed, frozen in place, her pupils dilated, eyes flickering with uncertainty.

Lysander’s words were eerily familiar. Weren’t they the same ones she’d uttered to him not too long ago?

Back then, when little Elowen had offered Lysander some homemade cookies, Thalassa, worried that he’d refuse and hurt the child’s feelings, had advised him, “Don’t reject the kindness of a child; it might break their heart.”

Now, Lysander had turned her words back on her. How could she possibly refuse?

But sitting on his lap, this way-when a child does it, it’s the sweetness of a father-daughter bond.

And her? Sitting on Lysander’s lap, it could only seem awkward, the sort of thing to set. tongues wagging and minds wandering.

Thalassa squirmed uncomfortably, her body rigid, her cheeks burning, she reminded him, “Your leg is still injured. Shouldn’t you be more careful?”

leg, after all, was still recovering from that hasty

in his deep, resonant voice, his hand circling her waist to pull

frame, he enveloped Thalassa, creating the image of her nestled safely in his arms.

Thalassa was an adult, next to Lysander, her petite form seemed childlike in his

him, being held like a child, her face turned a deeper shade of red and her breathing grew labored. But

a constant reminder of the potential danger, warning her that any reckless movement might switch on

her embarrassment and discomfort, she remained still, enduring the closeness.

who was holding

lifted the phone, stepped

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at the screen with

large, luminous eyes

her best self for the picture. She forced a smile, feeling Lysander’s

the fear of Lysander turning into a wolf and the pure joy of

children’s innocence.