The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 503
She had a sinking feeling that she wouldn’t want to visit this place again.
To her surprise, he had prepared an array of clothes just for her.
That simple thought sent a chill down Thalassa’s spine.
Suddenly, a glimpse of his neck caught her eye; her heart skipped a beat in fear.
He was clad in a slate-grey silk nightshirt, casually unbuttoned to reveal his slender neck and masculine collarbone.
A large, conspicuous hickey sat at the top of his collarbone, its redness and distinct tooth marks impossible to miss.
Thalassa froze. It was her handiwork.
Lysander’s eyes narrowed, holding a dangerous gaze as he watched her surprised and fearful expression.
The housemaid had also reacted oddly upon seeing it.
He turned and walked towards the bathroom where a mirror resided.
Regaining her senses, Thalassa quickly grabbed a long dress from the wardrobe, intending to change into it in the dressing
room.
Suddenly, a grip tightened around the back of her neck.
“Agh!” Thalassa shrieked in pain:
The next moment, she found herself yanked towards him, facing his dark, brooding fury.
“You bit me? You surely got some nerve! You want to lose that mouth of yours?” He held her cheeks, pressing them together to
pout her lips; her red lips looked as juicy as a ripe cherry.
Struggling, Thalassa broke free. She was panting heavily, “It was you who wouldn’t let go of me! If I hadn’t bitten you then, I
would have been killed!”
She remembered pleading him to let her go, but her words fell on deaf ears.

She was in so much pain that she bit down on his neck.
Surprisingly, he didn’t seem to feel any pain.
Her words, however, seemed to have pleased him.
She was like a wild cat always nibbling him.
Lysander’s eyes lingered on her. “Don’t let it happen again,” he said before leaving the room.
Relieved, Thalassa quickly changed into her clothes.
When she went downstairs again, she saw Lysander enjoying his meal. “Can I go now?” she asked.
“Eat first.”
“I’m not hungry.” She was genuinely in a hurry. She didn’t wait for his response before striding towards the exit.
A bodyguard blocked her way, forcing her to return.
“Can I go after I finish eating?” she asked, standing next to Lysander with a huff.
“We’ll see,” he replied in his low, husky voice, his mood unreadable.
Thalassa had no idea what he was thinking.
She was in a hurry to pick up her kids from the daycare, and Evelyn was nowhere to be found. Her phone had been switched off
when Thalassa tried calling.
Calling Hertha now would raise suspicion.
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But what could she do? Without Lysander’s permission, she couldn’t even leave through the front door.
With no choice left, she sat down and began devouring her food, hoping to shorten the mealtime.
She finished a piece of steak in less than five minutes.

After a sip of water, she turned to Lysander with an anxious look, “Can I go now?”
Lysander glanced at her without responding.
Unable to wait any longer, Thalassa got up and headed for the door.
This time, the bodyguard didn’t stop her.