The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 943

Lysander's handsome face was taut, his eyes fierce as he barked, "What the hell are you doing?!"

Startled by his abrupt growl, Thalassa gasped for air, her mouth wide open as she breathed in the fresh air desperately.

After several urgent breaths, the suffocating feeling eased slightly.

When Thalassa opened her eyes, she met Lysander's icy gaze, staring at her intently. His sharp eyes seemed to carry a hint of worry amid their severity.

"I'm showering," Thalassa responded, her breaths quick and uneven.

"Trying to suffocate yourself in the shower? Thalassa, are you trying to test my patience?" Lysander's grip on her shoulder was too firm, betraying his tension.

"Ouch..." Thalassa winced as her shoulder blades felt like they were about to snap, her body stiffening.

Realizing he was hurting her, Lysander's grasp softened slightly.

Fixing his gaze on her eyes, his expression remained stern and tense. "Why didn’t you find it uncomfortable earlier? If I catch you treating yourself like this again, I won't let it slide!"

With a domineering, cold toss of his words, Lysander glanced at her pale face, clenched his teeth, and stormed out of the bathroom.

Stepping outside, the sound of water splashing on the floor echoed in Lysander's ears, tightening his nerves.

Lysander’s handsome face darkened, resembling a sky weighed down by storm clouds. His eyes took on a tint of crimson, and his sharp eyebrows twitched ever so slightly. The hands hanging by his side tightened, the veins on the back of them bulging from the applied pressure.

Did Thalassa think she could force him to let her go by doing this? Wishful thinking!

Even in death, he would not allow Thalassa to leave and seek her own love, to marry someone else!

With determined strides, Lysander exited the room.

Thalassa finally came back to her senses, propping herself up on the sink, her breathing still rapid as she glanced back at the still-running shower head.

A wave of fear rose within her.