The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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Chapter 1270 So, while they waited for the sheets to be changed, was she seriously not even allowed to sit on the bed? Thalassa was feeling a bit upset. Even if she couldn't lounge on the mattress, perching on the nightstand would've been fine, right? Why on earth did she have to sit on his lap? With her back against his sturdy chest, Thalassa could feel the heat emanating from his body. She tensed up, holding her breath as if that could make her invisible.

Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer, his large hands encircled her waist, and his hot breath cascaded down her neck, reminiscent of a predator panting over its prey desperate to devour her but restrained.

Thalassa’s heart was all over the place, a bundle of nerves.

As the seconds ticked by, the wait felt like an eternity.

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She wished someone would cto her rescue, but it was just the two of them in the room. Her mom and Callum had been shooed away by him.

And since he was the one who sent them away, they wouldn't return until he left.

Thalassa racked her brain, trying to figure a way out of his grip.

Standing up was futile. His arms were locked around her, keeping her firmly in place.

She needed an external force.

Just as Thalassa was exhausting her mental strategies, there was a noise at the door.

Startled, Thalassa quickly turned her head to see two housekeepers pushing a cleaning cart into the room.

Upon witnessing the scene, the housekeepers froze, a "Hl of surprise crossing their faces before they hastily said, “Oh, sorry to intrude. If now's not a good time, we cback later.” They were about to retreat.

Thalassa’s face was as red as a ripe tomato. She smacked Lysander’s hand and stammered, “Get up, will you? They're here to change the sheets.” Her tone was far from pleasant. Lysander had insisted on her sitting on his lap, and now they were caught in this awkward situation by the housekeepers, with her still perched on his legs.

She was thin-skinned, and being seen like this by others made her feel utterly embarrassed.

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1/2 Chapter 1270 Thalassa smacked the back of Lysander’s hand again, muttering complaints that left the housekeeper’s both shocked and in awe.

After all, the man they were looking at was strikingly handsome, with an extraordinary présence. His suit was impeccably tailored, and he wore a wristwatch that was clearly worth a fortune.

He exuded an air of affluence that made it clear he was a big deal, not someone they'd want to cross.

Others might have fawned over him, flirting shamelessly to get close to someone like him. But here Thalassa was hitting him and speaking with a tone of reproach? For a moment, the housekeepers admired Thalassa’s guts and were astonished by her boldness.

However, as surprised as they were, they didn’t dare linger, quickly turning to leave.

Lysander’s deep voice halted them, “Wait!” His command, spoken without anger but full of authority, made the housekeepers freeze in their tracks, turning towards him with a mix of respect and fear.

Speople just have an innate nobility and command about them that instinctively makes others wary.

Even without knowing his status, his mere presence in the room demanded attention.

“You were called here to change the sheets, not to take a look and leave,” Lysander said as he finally let go of Thalassa.

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