The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 892

Startled, Thalassa quickly steadied herself and told him, "No need, I can manage."

She hastily headed towards the bathroom, fearful that if she delayed, Lysander would come to carry her.

She was already utterly exhausted and truly drained.

If Lysander were to carry her to the bathroom, she knew what would ensue.

Not even bothering to dress, she endured the tenderness in her lower back and hurriedly made her way to the bathroom. Once the door was locked behind her, her tense nerves began to ease slightly.

Looking at herself, she couldn't help but admire her own nerve for being able to walk to the bathroom in front of Lysander without a stitch of clothing on.

Their relationship had an intimacy that mirrored that of a typical married couple, with nothing hidden between them.

But to use the word 'couple' to describe her and Lysander was a mockery in itself.

Thalassa smirked at her own sarcasm, turned on the shower, and stood under the warm water to wash her body.

She deliberately took her time to take a long shower. When she emerged, the bed was empty; Lysander had already risen.

Lysander was one to work diligently. He would never neglect his work even if he had failed all the people around him.

He was so devoted to Sinclair Group. To forsake all kin for the organization's interests and his business, his aloofness could reach to the point of ruthlessness.

Dressed in a bathrobe, Thalassa approached the bed and straightened the messy duvet. As she did, she spotted a stain on the bed.

The remnants of Lysander's passion from the previous night.

Thinking of the night before, Thalassa's cheeks instantly flushed.

She quickly stripped the bed sheet and duvet cover, took them to the washing machine, and began a wash cycle.