The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1163
His calloused fingertips brushed against the delicate skin of her forehead, sending shivers down her spine and causing her heart
to race in a fluttering rhythm that seemed to lose its regular beat.
She clutched the bed sheets behind her, holding on until Lysander straightened up and put some distance between them. Only
then did her pulse begin to settle.
Lysander looked down and saw she inhale through that oxygen mask. He asked with his deep, magnetic voice, “Are you
hungry?”
The doctor had said that after a few minutes of oxygen session, she could remove the mask and eat.
Thalassa shook her head; she wasn’t hun l
now she only needed to use the bathroom.
She’d had her fill of juices at the bar, and
But she was still tethered to the oxygen, unable to move, and it was getting urgent.
“Point to where it hurts,” Lysander said, his voice laced with concern as he noticed the furrow in her brow that hinted she was
enduring some discomfort.
She lifted her hand and pointed towards the restroom. She needed to go there badly.

Understanding dawned on Lysander as he sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the oxygen tank, and, with a surprising
assertiveness, scooped her into his arms.
Thalassa was caught off guard by this sudden, domineering move. She had been prepared to wait until after her oxygen session
to relieve herself.
But Lysander, seemingly more anxious than she was, hoisted the oxygen tank and carried her off towards the restroom with
determined strides.
Startled, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck for balance, lest she fall.
As she looked up at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. She could see the chiseled profile of his face, which was attractively sharp
and alluring.
Her heart wavered just by gazing at him.
While she was lost in her thoughts, he kicked open the restroom door, walked in, and gently set her down on the toilet seat.
Holding the oxygen tank in one hand and keeping the mask secure on her face with the other, he maintained a stooped posture
by her side.
Thalassa was taken aback while she was looking at his tall frame crouched before her in an awkward position. It was hard to
imagine anything making Lysander, a man of such power and stature, bend so humbly.
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Yet here he was, squatting before her, simply to ensure she could use the restroom comfortably.
“What are you waiting for? Need help?” Lysander’s piercing gaze met hers.
Thalassa caught her breath and was suddenly self-conscious. She quickly averted her eyes, looking down at the baggy hospital
pants she was wearing.
She knew Lysander meant for her to undress and use the toilet, but with him squatting right there, how could she possibly go
about it?
Reading her hesitation, Lysander’s deep voice broke the silence again, “What’s there to be shy about? I’ve seen it all before.”
Thalassa was taken aback. Her cheeks flushed even redder.
It was mortifying indeed. To have someone watch while using the restroom was embarrassing enough, let alone when that
someone was Lysander.
But the juice she’d consumed earlier was pressing urgently upon her, and the thought of an accident was far more humiliating.
Putting embarrassment aside, she stood up, slid down her pants, and sat on the toilet
seat.
Her face was burning with shame, and yet Lysander, with one hand on the oxygen tank and the other securing the mask to her
face, appeared completely unfazed, showing no sign of disgust.
Thalassa hung her head low, her gaze falling to the floor, only to notice something odd about Lysander ‘s stance.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked up with concern as she studied Lysander standing before her.