The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1177

Lysander slid into the backseat of the car, his larger-than-life presence filling the space entirely.

Thalassa glanced at his legs, noting he had changed into a fresh pair of jeans which concealed any sign of injury. He had walked with her earlier, his stride steady, betraying no hint of discomfort.

Thalassa still felt uneasy when she thought of the scene yesterday when she saw the skin on his legs reddened with several blood blisters.

Turning her head, she eyed his profile with concern. "Did you get those wounds on your leg checked today?"

Lysander turned his deep-set eyes toward her, a subtle tremor in his gaze. She was showing concern for him.

Clearing his throat, he replied, "Yeah, they've been taken care of."

Thalassa gave him a small nod, relieved. "Good."

As she was about to look away, Lysander suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist and, with a firm pull, hoisted her onto his lap.

Thalassa yelped, her cheeks flushing as she turned to glare at him. "Lysander, what are you doing?"

She was going to get off, but Lysander wrapped his arms around her waist and anchored her to sit on his lap, his cheek against the side of her face, his masculine, hot breath blowing on her ear. "You know exactly what I want to do, don't you?"

His husky voice and hot breath sent shivers through Thalassa, her heart pounding wildly.

She struggled briefly, attempting to pry his hands away and move back to her seat.

"Ah..." Lysander winced, a sharp pain evident in his voice.

Thalassa's movements froze, her voice laced with anxiety. "What's wrong, did I hurt you?"

"You know it hurts, and yet you move." His voice was a low, throaty growl.