The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 261

The air was thick with tension.

Thalassa was backed into a corner, with no choice but to get in the car.

The driver settled into the driver's seat, and Lysander seated himself in the back. Thalassa took the spot next to him.

Even sitting down, he still exuded an aura of majesty and nobility with his towering figure.

Thalassa's leg brushed against his expensive and wrinkle-free suit pants. She was wary of touching him and carefully shifted away.

She thought her movement was subtle and wouldn't draw attention.

But the moment she moved, she felt the icy sharp eyes on her, as chilling as a frosty wind.

Thalassa's heart skipped a beat. She turned to find herself meeting Lysander's piercing gaze.

Her shoulders trembled slightly as she muttered, "I just need to get closer to the window for some fresh air."

Before she could finish, a large hand lifted her, and she found herself perched on Lysander's lap.

Even through the fabric, she could feel the solid muscles and graceful curves of his thigh, which was a powerful allure.

Thalassa's breath hitched, and she stammered, "Mr. Sinclair, we're in a car right now."

The next second, a partition rose in the car, separating the front and the back.

Lysander gripped her waist, lifting her chin. "Can we pick up where we left off with that kiss?"

Thalassa was taken aback, her heart rate spiked as she realized what he was implying.

"Mr. Sinclair, I injured my hand earlier," Thalassa quickly made up an excuse.

"What does that have to do with your mouth?" Lysander's deep voice carried an invisible pressure.

Thalassa found herself unable to refute.

Even if she purposely injured herself, it seemed she still couldn't escape him.

His dominating presence enveloped her, and his masculine scent infiltrated her senses.

Thalassa realized this and quickly hopped off Lysander, pushing open the car door to get out.

She saw that they were right under her apartment building.

Lysander also got out of the car, his deep voice raspy as he said, "I'll walk you up."

Having said that, he began to walk away.

Thalassa was taken aback and quickly caught up with him. She grabbed his hand. "I still want to go on a date with you, and I don't want to go home yet."

If he walked her up, he'd surely come into her home. And if he saw the milk bottles and toys, he'd definitely realize she had children at home.

Her palm was warm and delicate.

She took the initiative to hold his hand, and it seemed warmer than usual.

Lysander looked at her fondly with a surprising gentleness, "So, how about that date?"