The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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Chapter 975

Thalassa snapped back to reality, hurrying to keep up.

After descending from the rooftop, she entered Lysander’s office. As soon as she walked in, the glass door swung

shut behind her and locked with an ominous click.

Her body tensed, a primal sense of danger coursing through her veins.

Without warning, Lysander’s hand snaked around her slender waist, pulling her forcefully against his muscular

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torso. Her forehead collided with his chest, sending her heart into a frenetic gallop, like a startled fawn crashing into

a cloud-confused and alarmed.

“Lysander, what are you doing?” she demanded, her voice shaky.

“You,” he responded with a single word, his low, icy voice sending shivers down her spine.

Thalassa’s eyes widened in panic. In a brief struggle, she realized that his grip was unyielding-she was trapped, her

body involuntarily brushing against his.

Suddenly, she felt a telling change in him.

Her cheeks flushed with shock, and she stilled immediately, daring not to squirm anymore.

Before Lysander, any struggle seemed only to heighten the peril.

Lifting her gaze, she met his eyes-deep and fathomless as the night sky, exuding an invasive, predatory intent.

Her heart quivered at the sight.

“What happened tonight? Did any man touch you?” Lysander’s voice was dangerously low.

The air around him felt oppressively heavy, enough to make one’s teeth chatter in fear.

Thalassa shook her head frantically, “No one… no one touched me.”

“I need to check,” he declared, his tone imperious.

“How?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

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“What do you think?” He tilted her chin up, forcing her to look straight into his penetrating gaze.

Her heart raced as she thought about what his “checking” might entail. She’d just escaped a harrowing ordeal, and

the mere thought of intimacy now filled her with intense dread and unease.

Could he really be so callous as to demand such a thing from her at this moment?

“Really, there was no one, Lysander. Can’t you just trust me? I was kidnapped today, and if it hadn’t been for

Callum’s timely arrival, I… might’ve been ruined. I truly don’t want to do… that… tonight…”

“Callum!” Lysander hissed through clenched teeth, recalling the sight of Callum holding her in a close embrace.

“We didn’t do anything.” Thalassa’s voice trembled.