The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1223
“Seriously? He got down on one knee for you?” Lysander’s voice, deep and slightly out of tune, broke the silence as he quizzed
Thalassa.
He was toying with her chin, forcing her to look up into his eyes, leaving no room for evasion.
“What are you talking about?” Thalassa struggled to keep pace with his thoughts.
“He was on his knees, hiking up your dress!” Lysander’s words were tinged with barely contained rage.
The moment he had stepped into the restaurant, his gaze had landed on a scene that set his blood boiling. There was Callum,
down on one knee in front of Thalassa, a hand lifting the hem of her skirt, looking at her thighs.
The mere image was enough to stoke the fires of fury within Lysander, his aura turning sharp and cold as ice.
Realization dawned on Thalassa, and she hurried to clarify, “It’s not what you think. The waitress accidentally spilled soup on me
and he was just checking to see if I had been scalded.”
At the time, Thalassa herself had been taken aback by Callum’s sudden gesture.
Lysander’s eyes narrowed, his brows knitting together in a frown as he released her chin and began to lift her skirt, revealing her
fair leg beneath.
The skin was a bit red from the burn, but thankfully, the damage was superficial.

Lysander’s scowl eased as he sat up and reached for the wet wipes in the glove compartment, pulling one out and gently wiping
the reddened spot on her leg.
The wipe’s cool touch brought relief to Thalassa’s skin.
As he sat back, the imposing presence of Lysander’s frame receded, easing the pressure on Thalassa. Supporting herself on the
car seat, she also sat up.
She watched as Lysander discarded the used wipe and took out another, continuing to cool the burn on her leg.
Thalassa couldn’t help but think, she wasn’t really hurt, why was he so meticulously doing
this?
Was he being overly concerned?
“It wasn’t serious; it doesn’t hurt,” she assured him, trying to convince him that another wipe wasn’t necessary.
Lysander’s piercing gaze lifted to meet hers, his hands remaining busy, not only cleaning
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the spot that was reddened but also the rest of her leg.
After a full wipe-down, he was still not satisfied. He pulled out another and handed it to her, “Clean off wherever he touched you!”

Thalassa was at a loss for words.
She had thought wrong. She had assumed he was worried about the burn, but it turned out he was intent on erasing any trace of
Callum’s touch.
His possessiveness was pathological.
Silently grumbling inside, she took the wipe and ran it over her entire leg.
Regaining her composure, she addressed him, “Is that better now?”
Lysander’s eyes swept over her once before he turned to the driver and commanded, “Drive!”
The driver, who had been tense and on edge the entire time, immediately started the engine and steered the car away.
They cruised along the smooth asphalt road.
Thalassa occasionally stole glances at Lysander. His tall frame was rigid with formality, his presence commanding.
There was more to him than just an air of nobility. There was also a sense of rigor, a well-honed sharpness that made him seem
untouchable, someone to be admired from a distance.
Lysander was not the kind of man just anyone could aspire to.
After a brief pause, Thalassa ventured, “So, I’ve repaid Callum’s favor. Does that mean I owe you one now?”
No sooner had the words left her mouth than Lysander’s dangerous gaze turned her way, sending a shiver down her spine.