The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 837
As the gauze was pressed against her face, Thalassa felt a cool sensation, along with the melting ice seeping onto her lips.
She then understood that what he was holding was an ice cube thoughtfully wrapped in a piece of white gauze.
Indeed, applying an ice cube directly to the mouth might result in the lips getting stuck to the ice and losing a layer of skin.
Thalassa stayed still and accepted his ice treatment.
He was considerate enough to wrap the ice cube with gauze.
He also remembered her casual words about using the ice she said before, and even fetched the ice himself to apply on her.
Thalassa sat upright and motionless, allowing Lysander to support her head with one hand while the other held the ice cube,
applying it to her lips with a mild motion.
Without giving much thought, she drifted her gaze towards him. He looked at her with focus and his deep eyes fixated on her
lips. His lush, long lashes cast two shadows under his eyelids. That, along with his striking nose and sensual lips, all formed into
an irresistible
charm.
His deep, masculine breath brushed against her face due to his concentration, carrying a familiar scent of sandalwood.
As Thalassa watched him and felt his breath, her heart suddenly pounded like a drum; her blood was heating up.
Suddenly, Lysander’s eyes met hers. The moment their gazes met, Thalassa’s heart quivered. She instantly averted her eyes to
pretend she had not been looking at him.
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Her gaze darted elsewhere in nervousness as her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Lysander noticed the blush creeping up on her cheeks; his throat tightened and his eyes darkened.
Her every move, even her flushed face, could easily stir his body’s reaction.

Out of consideration for the kids‘ present, he didn’t make any further moves. He swallowed hard and held back.
After finishing applying the ice, he took the ice cube and left the room.
Thalassa continued to play with the kids whereas she was clearly less focused and casual than before.
In the evening, Thalassa put the kids to bed in their respective rooms, said goodnight to them, and closed the door.
As she turned around, she bumped into a solid chest behind her and was taken aback.
Lysander grabbed her wrist and led her directly upstairs.
Under his dominant force, Thalassa couldn’t resist and was led back to their master bedroom.
Upon entering, he closed the door behind him, leading her straight to the bathroom.
Lysander’s presence was overwhelming, his energy dark and brooding. Thalassa was somewhat scared. She backed away as
her gaze turned panicked, “Lysander, what are you doing?”
Lysander raised his hand, leisurely unbuttoning his shirt and moving closer to her. “That’s what I should ask you. What were you
thinking about just now?” he asked.
I wasn’t thinking about anything..” Thalassa was perplexed.
Backing up until her back hit the bathroom wall, his long arm propped up, enclosing her body between his chest and the wall, his
deep paze was looking down at her, “Really? Didn’t you think of anything when I was applying the ice?”
His voice was búsky, his deep eyes reflecting only her image.
han her breath as her heart was beating wildly,
quickly are bed averted her gaze?
understand why she could go red just by watching him and smelling his familiar masculine scent.
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