The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 406
“The choice is yours. Either you open the door, or I’ll break it down.”
Just as Thalassa was hesitating, the chilling voice of Lysander came through the phone. As if he could guess what she was
thinking, his voice sent shivers down her spine.
In a panic, Thalassa quickly jumped out of bed. “Hold on, I’ll open it.”
Rushing to the door with trembling hands, she found herself left with no other option but to let him in.
The tall, stern man stood at her doorstep, his handsome face shaded with a frosty expression.
Trying to take control of the situation, Thalassa greeted him. “Mr. Sinclair, let’s talk outside.”
But before she could take a step/he quickly gripped her delicate wrist. His grip was strong and warm, leaving no room for
resistance. He led her back into the
apartment.
Thalassa’s heart pounded in her chest. What could Lysander possibly want at this hour?
ThalassaSeeing saw him heading towards her bedroom, and her heartbeat quickened even more. She tried to divert his
attention, “Mr. Sinclair, shall I make you a cup of coffee?”
She desperately wanted him to stay out of her room.
Lysander shot her a cold glance, “I’m not thirsty.”
Ignoring her plea, he forcefully led her towards the bedroom, turned the knob, and opened the door.
Thalassa gasped, her heart felt like it wouldwas about to leap out of her chest any second.
The room was dark. Lysander quickly found the light switch and illuminated the small space.
The room was small, with a single bed in the middle, two bedside tables, and a single duvet thrown aside as if someone had
hurriedly gotten out of bed.

The bed was empty, but the disarray indicated that it had been recently occupied.
Dressed in her nightgown, the warmth radiating from Thalassa’s body and a light feminine scent made her even more tantalizing.
Lysander’s throat tightened as he ushered her into the room. He made her sit on the bed, his strong hands pressing against her
shoulders, making her lie down. His strong body loomed over hers.
His lips moved closer to hers.
Overwhelmed by his masculine scent, Thalassa’s felt her heart raceding. She turned her face to avoid his kiss.
As his lips grazed her face, a jolt ran through her. She was tense, her heart pounding. “Mr. Sinclair, I’m still injured. I can’t...”
She was still bandaged from a recent injury, and her concussion hadn’t fully healed
Her fear of Lysander entering her room was due to the possibility of him finding traces of the children who had lived there.
Just like the previous time when she thought she had hidden all evidence of the children’s presence only to nearly have a baby
bottle nipple she missed in the sofa crevice discovered by Lysander.
That day, Thalassa was scared out of her wits but luckily averted the crisis.
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This time, although the children weren’t home and she had tidied up, she was still worried that she might have missed something
that could give away the presence of the children to the shrewd Lysander.