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

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

small frame, he enveloped Thalassa, creating the image of

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

held like a child, her face turned a deeper shade of red and her breathing grew labored. But Lysander’s words left her unable to struggle or protest,

her was the heat of Lysander’s abdomen, a constant reminder of the potential danger, warning her that any reckless movement might switch on his predatory

and discomfort, she remained

shifted to Elowen, who was holding up the phone, “Go ahead and

a blooming flower, lifted the

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around, peering at the

large, luminous eyes shifting from the phone to Thalassa, urging her to look happier for the

picture. She forced a smile, feeling Lysander’s warmth at her

of Lysander turning into

children’s innocence.