The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 183

Lysander felt something was off after thinking of this.

Even if Thalassa had lost her virginity, it didn't stop her from continuing her studies.

So Lysander reckoned that the issue wasn't about their sexual relationship.

When he brought up the question, Thalassa's heart raced instantly. A strong sense of injustice spread in her heart; she even felt a lump in her throat.

She felt utterly wronged and angry after remembering her experience from five years ago.

If Lysander didn’t pop up out of the blue, sleep with her, and get her pregnant, her body wouldn’t have become weak, and she would have been able to work without needing constant bed rest. She wouldn't have dropped out of school. She didn't even get her diploma!

However, every time she thought of her four little angels, all her grievances and anger vanished.

All her hardships seemed worth it after having those four kids.

"Nothing. I'm tired, so I’m gonna hit the hay."

Thalassa dodged his question, turned her back to him, and tucked herself in.

If she said the issue was her pregnancy, he would know she had his four kids.

But he didn't like kids; he found them noisy. Now wasn't the time to tell him.

She would slowly influence him, let him genuinely accept the kids, and then she would tell him.

Lysander could tell Thalassa didn't want to talk more.

The issue seemed to be something she found hard to discuss.

What was it that she couldn't bring herself to say?

If she didn't want to talk, he wouldn't force her. Once she let her guard down and opened up, she would naturally tell him.

She slept like a log; even such a big movement didn't wake her up.

A smile crossed Lysander's lips.

He held her and placed her on the bed so she could sleep more comfortably.

He also lay down.

The couch was too narrow, so he was worried that she would be uncomfortable. He wanted her to have a good sleep on the bed.

Originally planning to share the bed, Lysander couldn't sleep. He underestimated Thalassa's influence on him.

Her breath was sweet, light, and fragrant. The faint floral scent on her kept teasing his nostrils, flowing into his blood, and arousing his desire for her.

While just lying together, without even touching, Lysander began to lose control of himself again.