The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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Chapter 1183

Lysander drew in a heavy breath, stood up, and released her.

Thalassa scrambled to her feet and hurried to the bathroom.

Shutting the door, she perched on the toilet seat, pressing a hand to her wildly beating heart, trying to

calm the frantic rhythm.

But even with her hand pressed firmly and drawing several deep breaths, her heartbeat continued to

thrash uncontrollably.

Lysander’s ragged breathing seemed to echo in her ears, his husky voice, laden with anticipation,

lingering in her mind, refusing to dissipate, driving her heart into a frenzy.

Panic-stricken, this was the chaos of panic, of wanting to flee, of not knowing what to do.

She had never imagined that Lysander could fall for her.

A man like Lysander, his affections were too deep, too intense, domineering and possessive, and she

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feared she couldn’t bear it or accept it..

Even if he did like her, he wouldn’t marry her. She could never be more than a secret lover, hidden

away. The Sinclairs would never allow her to marry Lysander, and Lysander himself would never marry

her.

What was the point of such a relationship with no future?

Thalassa remained on the toilet, reluctant to emerge.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the bathroom door, jolting Thalassa back to reality. She looked

towards the frosted glass door, seeing Lysander’s tall, imposing silhouette.

It was Lysander knocking, urging her out.

Thalassa pinched the waistband of her pants and called out, “I’m… uh, gonna be a while. Big business,

you know.”

After she spoke, Lysander’s tall figure lingered at the door for a while before walking

away.

As his ominous presence left, Thalassa’s taut nerves relaxed slightly. She remained seated on the

toilet, mulling over her thoughts.

After what seemed like an eternity, Thalassa finally stepped out to find Lysander lying on the bed, his

penetrating gaze fixed on the ceiling, lost in thought.

Hearing her, he turned his eyes towards her, and seeing her hesitation, beckoned her with a low,

magnetic voice, “Come here”

It was a simple request, yet delivered with an innate authority that made Thalassa feel

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oppressed.

Like an unspoken command, Thalassa took steps towards the bed.

Lysander sat up and reached out his hand. Thalassa’s breath hitched, but she placed her

hand in his.

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His large palm enclosed hers, drawing her onto the bed, guiding her to lie down. His rough hand slid to

her waist, then to her stomach.

His calloused palm left a trail of sparks wherever it touched, sending Thalassa into a panic. She quickly

grabbed his hand, her eyes pleading, “Please, don’t.”

Lysander paused, his deep gaze locked on hers. After a second, he removed her hand and continued

to gently stroke her belly.

His touch wasn’t suggestive, but rather seemed to mimic what Dorian did, caressing her belly as if

trying to connect with the tiny life within.

Realizing his intent, Thalassa’s body relaxed, allowing his hand to continue its gentle exploration.

After a while, not sensing anything unusual, Lysander bent down, his ear against her

stomach.

Thalassa was taken aback and slightly overwhelmed.

Was he trying to hear the baby’s movements?

Seeing Lysander so earnest, Thalassa felt compelled to remind him, “It’s only been two months; you

can’t hear anything yet. You usually need to wait until around four or five months to pick up any activity

from the baby.”

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