The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1367

"Where does it hurt? Are you in a lot of pain? Why are you shaking like a leaf?" The nurse, seeing Thalassa's trembling hands, couldn't help but feel concerned.

Through tears, Thalassa choked out, "It's his blood, not mine..."

In that heart-stopping moment when the wall came crashing down, it was Lysander who dashed forward and tackled her to the ground, shielding her with his own body. He became her human cushion, taking the brunt of the falling debris on his back while she miraculously walked away unscathed.

Otherwise, it would have been her in the emergency room or, worse, lying in the morgue by now.

Lysander had saved her life.

When the nurse heard that the blood on Thalassa's hands was "his," she paused, knowing without the full picture that something terrible had happened.

As she swiftly cleaned Thalassa's hands with iodine, she said, "Your husband must really love you. These days, a man who would risk his life for the woman he loves is a rare find indeed."

Love?

The word dropped like a warm droplet into Thalassa's heart, rippling through her soul, spreading a bittersweet ache so intense it took her breath away.

Was it love that drove Lysander to save her without a second thought?

Indeed, who in this day and age would risk their life for someone else?

What else but love could drive such a sacrifice?

Even strangers could see what she had only just come to realize.

"All done. You need to make a call now; we can't waste any more time. The patient won't last much longer." The nurse efficiently finished cleaning Thalassa's hands and thrust a cell phone into her grip.