The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 645
Thalassa could feel her entire body tense up under his watchful gaze, making every pore on her skin tightened with
nervousness.
“Ye.. yes!” She stuttered in response, feeling overwhelmed by his intimidating presence.
Lysander’s eyes were cold and sharp, and his gaze was penetrating. He rose from his seat, circling his desk, to approach her.
His powerful aura was like a chilling wind, causing her to instinctively recoil in fear as his steps continued to close in on her.
Thalassa took a few quick steps backward, causing her back to hit the wall.
Lysander’s long arm reached out to her. However, his palm quickly brushed past her ear as his hand landed on the wall next to
her face. His firm, muscular chest pinned her between him and the wall.
His gaze was icy and sharp. “Do you want the Crawley Group to make the shipment, or not?”
His handsome face had a stern expression, and his eyes were deep and unreadable, holding her under his intense scrutiny.
The massive pressure he exuded made it hard for Thalassa to breathe. She couldn’t read his thoughts, nor did she dare answer
hastily.
His question seemed like a trap.
No matter how she answered, it didn’t seem like she could give the right response.
Thalassa hesitated. Then suddenly, she felt her chin being lifted by his hand. His fingers had a rough callus that lightly grazed
her skin, sparking a trail of heat on her tender face.
The sensation made her feel a warmth spreading through her heart, making her face heat up.
“No answer? Do you want me to find out what you’re thinking myself?” Lysander’s voice was low and cold, and his gaze was
frosty and filled with desire.
After he spoke, Thalassa felt a buzzing in her head. All her alarm bells were ringing. She quickly moved his hand away, saying
anxiously, “I’ll answer, okay?”

“As an employee of the Crawley Group, of course, I hope we can make the shipment. That way, the Crawley Group can fulfill the
contract on time and won’t have to pay any penalties.”
“Is that so? If the shipment is not made, Leopold will get the penalty payment. Isn’t that better? He wouldn’t even need to operate
a company to make money.” Lysander said as he gazed at her deeply.
Thalassa could feel her heart pounding wildly. Her mind was too panicked to think clearly. “The penalty is just a small amount.
Once it’s used up, there’s nothing left. But it’s different if the company is up and running. Not only can we earn money, it’s also a
career.”
The moment these words left her mouth, she felt the temperature around her drop drastically. The air turned so cold that it felt
like her breath might stop.
Feeling helpless, she looked into Lysander’s eyes. They were repressed, sharp, and glinting coldly. Thalassa’s heart skipped a
beat as she became too frightened to say another word.
“So, you finally reveal your true thoughts. I’ve warned you that you’ve missed your only chance. After this, there will be no more
opportunities for you and him! It seems like you’ve taken my words lightly!”
Lysander gritted his teeth as his cheeks flushed with anger.
Thalassa hurriedly tried to explain, “There’s nothing between me and Leopold.”
“If your mouth can’t speak the truth, then it’s better off being silenced!” As Lysander uttered these cold and harsh remarks, he
lifted her face and pressed his lips forcefully onto hers.
His kiss was domineering and rough, showing no signs of gentleness.
He forcefully claimed Thalassa’s lips as his deep, masculine scent intermingled with her own soft breaths.
She struggled in fear and panic. Lysander held her against the wall with a firm grip. Her struggles only ignited more sparks
between them.
Lysander’s anger flared, and he brutally pried open her lips, causing their kiss to turn into a burning inferno.
Thalassa’s tongue was wrapped in a searing pain. She felt that if this continued, it would surely be the end of her.

She was in extreme panic and began trying to push hirn away and hit him.
At the height of her emotional turmoil, Lysander finally let go of her.
Thalassa’s body slid down the wall as she tried to catch her breath through short, ragged gasps.
She thought it was over, but Lysander then squatted down beside her, making his gaze level with hers. His deep, ruthless eyes
looked at her with nothing but malice, disdain, and desire.
Her large eyes were filled with fear, making her look incredibly pitiful. Her lips were swollen from his rough kiss and were still wet
with saliva.
But to him, her disheveled appearance was alluring.
Lysander’s thumb gently rubbed her swollen lips. His low, husky voice was cold and sharp as he teased her. “Does it hurt? Can’t
handle it?”