The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 446

Lysander's gaze fell on her eyes; her lashes were long and fluttering like butterfly wings, and her pupils were clear as crystal. As she grew tense, tears shone in the depths of her eyes, tugging at his protective instincts.

His deep-set eyes were ripple with emotion.

"Promise me you'll be good. Don't make me angry again, okay?" His voice was a low, resonant rumble.

Thalassa quickly nodded in agreement. "I understand."

"You can take three days off. Rest well." Lysander's voice softened as he released her chin.

Suddenly, it dawned on her that while David was her immediate supervisor, Lysander was the big boss.

She had just told her boss she was planning to call David to take a leave.

Why not just ask the boss directly? It would be more persuasive, wouldn't it?

Her mind was clearly not working under stress.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Sinclair," Thalassa quickly acknowledged.

Lysander bent down, his lips close to her ear, his warm breath tickling her sensitive skin. "How do you plan to thank me?" He asked.

His presence was powerful, his scent musky.

And she was losing her marble.

He was tugging at her nerves.

Thalassa couldn't help but shrink back; her heart was fluttering; her breath was hitching in her chest.

"Mr. Sinclair, this is my friend’s room, we shouldn’t…" she stammered, gently refusing him.

"So, should we go to your place?" Lysander's voice was a magnetic lure.