The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 942

Lysander, though fully clothed, exuded a potent masculine presence that filled the room. Thalassa, on the other hand, was still bare, save for the sheet clutched around her.

Her arms looped around Lysander's neck, inadvertently causing the sheet to slip.

Caught off guard by his sudden embrace, Thalassa's heart raced as she fumbled with the falling sheet, trying to cover herself.

But it was a futile gesture; Lysander had already seen everything.

His deep gaze, smoky and intense, lingered on her slightly cherubic face.

Remembering her tender vulnerability the night before, a warmth spread through Lysander's lower abdomen.

His voice, low and gravelly, broke the silence, "Why bother covering up? It's not like I haven't seen it all before."

Thalassa's face flushed a deep crimson at his words. True as they might be, hearing him say them out loud sent a wave of embarrassment through her.

Lysander cast a sideways glance at her, noting the blush spreading across her previously pale cheeks, tempting as a ripe peach.

Suppressing a bodily reaction, he focused ahead and strode into the bathroom, setting Thalassa down by the sink. "Clean up and come out," he said, his voice a command.

"Got it," Thalassa murmured, her gaze lowered.

Once Lysander's tall frame exited the bathroom, the oppressive atmosphere seemed to ease.

Thalassa quickly shut the bathroom door, fearing he might turn back. Once the door was securely locked, she relaxed her tense shoulders and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water flow.

Her eyes accidentally caught sight of the sink, and her heart skipped a beat. The previous night, under Lysander's assertive guidance, that very sink had been the site of unrestrained passion.