The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 262

Thalassa didn't really want to go on a date. She just wanted to stop Lysander from escorting her home.

She was racking her brain, trying to find an excuse to say goodbye without letting him up her place.

Unexpectedly, she heard him ask about the date.

Keeping her radiant smile, Thalassa replied, "Anything goes."

Lysander was tall, nearly six feet two, and Thalassa was just about five feet five. Standing in front of him, she barely reached his shoulders, which made her rather petite and delicate.

He lowered his gaze to her cheerful smile.

She smiled without showing her teeth, her eyes shining. Under the streetlight, her eyes seemed to sparkle, and her red lips looked like fresh roses waiting to be picked.

It was innocent yet sexy.

Her smile made Lysander's throat tighten.

He immediately pulled out his phone and made a call. "Book a Presidential Suite."

His voice was deep and charming.

But for Thalassa, this voice was like plucking a string in her heart.

Her smile disappeared instantly, and she asked in surprise, "Why are you booking a room?"

Lysander hung up the phone, his gaze deep. He gently lifted her chin, his voice full of charm. "For our date."

Thalassa was stunned for a moment. She got his intention, and the purpose of booking the room was obvious.

Frightened, Thalassa quickly let go of his hand and took two steps back, distancing herself from him. She blurted out, "Mr. Sinclair, you don't date much, do you? You don't need a room for a date."

Lysander's gaze was sharp. "Are you experienced in dating?"

His cold aura was even colder than the evening breeze, as if it could pierce through one's bones.

Thalassa tensed up, breathing cautiously. She quickly explained, "That's not what I meant. I just wanted to have some coffee. I've mentioned before that there's a coffee shop near our neighborhood that serves great coffee. I thought you'd remember."

The cold look in Lysander's eyes lessened slightly. "Let's go."

Thalassa had been watching the whole time. She asked Lysander, "Mr. Sinclair, what kind of coffee would you like?"

Lysander just glanced at the menu casually. "You decide."

"Okay." Thalassa turned to the waitress and said, "One Americano and one latte, please."

The waitress seemed surprised, as if she had been caught staring. She laughed awkwardly, took the menu, and went to make the coffee.

Thalassa watched the waitress leave, then turned to look at Lysander. His gaze was deep and somewhat oppressive.

Her heart suddenly raced, and she quickly put on a smile and said, "Mr. Sinclair, we don't get many big shots like you around here. That girl was totally smitten."

Lysander's charm was irresistible. He was incredibly handsome, with a tempting physique, exceptional aura, and unmatched nobility.

Any woman who saw him would be secretly in love.

"She's envious of you," Lysander said in his deep voice.