The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Thalassa quickly stepped back, evading Lysander's reach, her words tumbling out in a rush, "Lysander, what are you doing?"

Her gaze flitted around, unable to meet Lysander's eyes directly.

Even though she had just confessed her feelings to Lysander that day, it had been a while since they last saw each other. There was a certain unfamiliarity between them, making his sudden intimate gesture somewhat uncomfortable for Thalassa.

Lysander opened and closed his hand, as if trying to hold onto the warmth from Thalassa's waist, the softness of her touch lingering in his palm.

He silently retracted his hand, his eyes locked on Thalassa, "I was just helping you up; no need to bend over."

He explained why he had tried to wrap his arms around her waist.

Thalassa understood his intention and blinked, asking, "Aren't you going to rest?"

"I can manage on my own." With that, Lysander propped himself up with his hands on the bed, pushing himself up to sit on it.

legs onto the bed. He settled back against the headboard, pulled the covers over himself, and glanced at her, "Come on, get some

"I..." Thalassa hesitated.

everything you said at the wedding just a lie?" Lysander interrupted before she could finish,

intense gaze unnerved Thalassa, and she quickly replied, "Of

a simple command from Lysander, as imperious and stoic as he'd

and climbed onto the bed. Because Lysander was sitting at the edge, she had to move towards the inside. She was

became. As she attempted to scoot further in, her hand slipped,

sorry, didn't mean

hurt? Let me rub it for you," Thalassa apologized frantically, moving to the other side of the bed. She lifted the covers and began massaging Lysander's

his face expressionless, and remained silent regardless

the right spot, Thalassa continued to search, "Is it

up