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.

taken aback. Then, she watched as Lysander maneuvered his 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.

said at the wedding just a lie?" Lysander interrupted before she could

quickly replied, "Of

command from Lysander, as imperious and

sitting at the edge, she had to move towards the

more careful she was, the more prone to mistakes she became. As she attempted to scoot further in, her hand slipped, and her

sorry, didn't mean

for you," Thalassa apologized frantically, moving to the other side of the bed.

face expressionless, and remained silent regardless

found the right spot, Thalassa continued to

up for