The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1603

Thalassa let out a sigh, finally finding a somewhat comfortable position for her legs, when the doorbell rang.

She hurried to the door, expecting her aunt, a smile blooming on her face, "Aunt Clara, how was your day with—"

Her greeting was cut short at the sight of David standing at the doorway, pushing a wheelchair. Seated in it was a presence too imposing to ignore.

It was Lysander!

His striking features, noble as a marble statue, seemed to command the elements, his aura icy and unapproachable.

Seeing Lysander, Thalassa's smile vanished, her nerves tightening, a wave of anxiety washing over her. "Lysander, what brings you here?"

Lysander's dark eyes lifted to her. She was in a nightgown, her hair damp, a mist of water vapor wrapping around her. Her dark hair draped over her pale cheeks, creating a stark contrast, like a lily fresh from the water.

Just the sight of her like this made Lysander's gaze darken, his throat tightening.

Without responding to Thalassa, Lysander glanced behind him.

David quickly got the hint, let go of the wheelchair, and left.

Lysander wheeled himself into the house, and Thalassa quickly made room for him.

As he settled by the sofa, Thalassa, slightly tense, offered, "I'll get you a cup of tea."

"No need. Come, sit," Lysander steadied his wheelchair, his gaze flicking to her.

His voice carried an authority that was hard to defy.

Even in her own home, Thalassa found herself drawn by his commanding presence, obediently sitting across from him.

As soon as she sat, Lysander's sharp eyes caught sight of a large bruise on her leg, alarming in its intensity. His eyes narrowed, "Did you hurt yourself just now?"