The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 175
At least for now, the Sinclair family seemed pretty cool with Thalassa, and Lysander seemed to really like her.
The only snag was that Lysander wasn’t a big fan of kids.
Sybil set Thalassa up in Lysander’s room for a rest.
At first, Thalassa was clueless, thinking it was just a regular guest room.
She walked in and was gobsmacked by the sheer size of the room and its swanky decor.
The room was large and bright, with a floor–to–ceiling window on one side, a lazy boy sofa, and a coffee table right in front of it.
Next to it was a deep bookshelf filled with all sorts of books, perfect for a coffee and reading combo.
The huge, black leather bed was roomy and comfy and covered with a dark gray fur blanket that was soft and smooth to the
touch. They were very high–end items.
All this luxury in just a guest room?! It just showed that with money, no door was closed.
Thalassa was utterly amazed.
She touched the fur blanket as her fingertips grazed the delicate and soft fur. Deep down, she felt incredibly comfy.
Wow, this was what money smelled like.
Thalassa took a deep sniff; the fur had a refreshing scent to it.
This bed must be a dream to sleep on.
So she quickly stripped down and lay on the bed. Her body was enveloped by the silky–smooth fur. The fur brushed against her
cheeks, making her feel all warm and soft.
She fell asleep in no time.
After a bit of work in his study, Lysander was urged by Sybil to go rest.

Lysander returned to his room, finding that Thalassa was already sound asleep on his bred. Her sleeping posture was peaceful
and
serene.
He checked his watch and saw that it was only a bit past nine in the evening, and she was already fast asleep. This woman sure
liked to hit the sack early.
To Lysander, nine in the evening was prime time to get cracking.
Nevertheless, it was Thalassa’s first day at the Sinclair family’s mansion. She was a guest, and he should act like a great host.
Lysander took a bath, put on a robe, and slipped into bed.
Thalassa was in dreamland. Suddenly, she felt a movement beside her. Instinctively, she thought it was one of the kids being
restless in their sleep.
Without thinking, she turned over, embraced the person next to her, and started to soothe them absentmindedly. “There, there,
don’t be scared.”
She was holding onto Lysander’s thigh and touching his warm skin. She thought it was Elowen’s back, so she was comforting
her softly. Elowen often had nightmares. She would thrash around and sometimes even cry. Thalassa would hold her close,
soothing her by stroking her back.
This had become a habit for her.
But what she didn’t realize was that she wasn’t holding Elowen; she was holding Lysander’s thigh. Her hand gently glided over
his thigh as her cheek rested on his leg.
Lysander felt his throat tighten, and his body temperature began to rise.
Thalassa was dreaming of holding her precious Elowen and giving her warm comfort.
Lysander had hoped for a quiet night’s sleep, but now he couldn’t keep his cool.
He gently removed her hand, freeing his thigh from her tight grip.

He lay down, his head level with hers, and propped up her cheek with his hand. Her slightly pursed lips were even more
attractive in the dim light.
His gaze was deep, and his voice was husky. “Darling, this is the passion you’ve sparked.”
With that, he cupped her lips and began to kiss