The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel 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 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.