The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 55

Lysander's eyes were deep, like the night sky, distant and mysterious.

White smoke swirled around his face, giving Thalassa a slight chill.

He didn't reach for the black card, so she bent down to stuff it into his hand, saying, "Don't worry, I didn't overcharge you, only for the wine."

She was already wearing a low-cut top, and when she bent over, Lysander felt his throat tighten involuntarily.

Her hand brushed his, the touch soft and cold, a feeling he found strangely familiar.

It was just a brief touch, but it was enough to stir up a whirlwind of thoughts in Lysander's mind.

His gaze deepened, and he began to show signs of emotional turmoil.

Her unintentional touch was enough to set him on edge.

This woman, Thalassa, was constantly drawing him in.

Just as Thalassa was about to stand up after handing him the black card, he grabbed her wrist. His hand was big and strong, and with a pull, she ended up sitting on his lap.

His thighs were warm, and his muscles were firm.

The moment she sat on his lap, Thalassa could feel his change.

Thalassa was stunned, her eyes wide open. "Mr. Sinclair, what are you doing?"

She tried to push him away, but he held her hand, and his other hand was behind her back, preventing her from escaping.

His voice was deep and slightly hoarse. "Do I have to make a move on you before you'll take the money?"

He was very generous with Celia's other friends, giving them a lot of money.

And she was Celia's cousin; they had grown up together, and he couldn't bear to see her in distress and not give her money.