The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 129
After he finished speaking, he leaned in to kiss Thalassa, but before their lips could meet...
“Bang”” The storage room door was kicked open with a vengeance.
The loud noise caused John to turn towards the door where the light was streaming in, and a hulking figure was silhouetted
against it.
Before he could make out who it was, he was suddenly grabbed by the collar by this man and hurled against the wall. His back
hit the wall, and he grunted in pain, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The man approached and sent him flying against the other wall with a kick. He crumpled to the floor like a piece of trash. John
spat out another mouthful of blood.
Thalassa watched in fear as John was driven away. Panicked and terrified, she struggled to get up and made a beeline for the
exit. She had barely taken a step when her arm was seized. She looked back in terror and bit down hard on the man’s shoulder,
her cheeks trembling with the effort.
She wanted to break free. She didn’t want to be violated. She didn’t want to be ruined
She wanted to run, to find help.
She had been through this once before, five years ago. Fear and helplessness still haunted her, often leaving her breathless.
She didn’t want to relive that nightmare.
The man winced as she bit into his shoulder, but he didn’t even flinch, his iron will and pain tolerance evident. His deep eyes
locked onto Thalassa, who was biting him with all her might, her body shaking
Just like that stormy night five years ago.
A memory flashed through his mind, the feeling of the woman biting him now and the one from that stormy night were blending
together. It was a familiar feeling. So familiar that it was as if the scene from that night was playing out again before his eyes.
Facing the pain she inflicted, he was like a predator that had caught the scent of its prey. His gaze was deep, like the ocean,
fixed on Thalassa Thalassa had exhausted all her strength, her teeth aching from the effort, but the man didn’t let go.

Scared and frantic, she let go and tried to kick the man. “Let go of me!”
The man nimbly dodged her kick and released her arm.
-Freed, Thalassa tried to run. The man quickly stepped forward, grabbing her shoulder, trying to get her to stop.
“Let go of me. Let go of me!” Thalassa was agitated and terrified, struggling to break free.
“Thalassa, calm down, it’s me.” The man turned her around so she could look at him.
Thalassa’s fearful expression froze when she lifted her terrified eyes and saw Lysander’s handsome face through her blurry
vision.
Her tense body suddenly went limp from fear and panic. The man caught her just in time, cradling her in his arms.
Her clothes were torn, revealing her skin from her arm to her chest. Though she was still wearing a tank top, her skin was
smooth and delicate.
The autumn weather was very cold, and Lysander was concerned about her being underdressed, so he stopped her. He held her
and took off his suit jacket to drape over her.
Thalassa was sobbing in his arms, still shaking from the scare.