The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1271

Thalassa bolted upright, a rush of awkwardness propelling her to take several steps forward, distancing herself from Lysander as if that could somehow diffuse the embarrassing air from moments ago when she found herself perched on his lap.

She glanced back after a few paces and caught the surprised looks from the hotel staff. With a sheepish grin, she tried to alleviate the tension in the air, lifting a hand in a shaky wave and chuckling, “Carry on, please.”

The housekeeper masked her own discomfort, nodding with a polite wariness, “Of course,

we’ll have this done in no time.”

As the staff began briskly tending to the bed nearest the door, their nervous haste was palpable-they were clearly itching to swap out the linens and make themselves scarce.

Thalassa knew exactly what was running through their minds-they had seen her on Lysander’s lap and must have thought they’d interrupted a private moment.

The mere thought of them imagining her and Lysander together in bed sent a blush to her cheeks, hot as boiling water scalding her skin.

While she squirmed in her discomfort, Lysander remained the picture of casual repose, lounging against the nightstand with one leg stretched out, the other bent, his hands resting casually on his knees. His gaze, fixed on Thalassa, was calm and unfathomable, as if she were the only person in his world.

the weight of his cool stare at her back, she shivered involuntarily, her skin

“I’ll just step out

it right there!” Lysander’s voice, cool and commanding, stopped her in

heart pounding, to meet his penetrating gaze-deep and

is there something you need?” she asked

around them further, the

had

single word with Lysander, now sweated profusely, feeling the pressure drop in the

bowing and scraping, “All set for you. Rest

just beginning to regain its normal color, flamed

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there be

here,” Lysander demanded.

felt welded to the floor. Her mind screamed to flee, but her

drawing her towards