The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 368

She had never considered being with Leopold, and now it was even more impossible.

She only regretted being too naive in the past, actually believing that when Lysander said he would take responsibility five years ago, he meant marrying her. She even dreamed of providing a complete home for their children, returning to the Sinclair family together, and meeting his grandparents.

His idea of responsibility was merely to build a villa for her family and provide some compensation.

For a man of a wealthy background, any problem that could be solved with money would never be paid for with his marriage.

She had now come to terms with reality, intending to keep her distance from him. Wasn't that enough?

As she finished speaking, Lysander's gaze grew colder, piercing her like icy spikes, "Have you ever seen a hunter let his prey go?"

Thalassa's heart sank, filled with despair.

Lysander's intentions were clear. He would not let her go because she was the prey in his game.

The sense of helplessness was overwhelming.

Thalassa was unable to resist. She returned to her room, lying on her bed. Tossing and turning, she was unable to sleep.

The more she thought about it, the darker her future seemed, without any way out.

She was confused and helpless.

What should she do?

In the middle of the night, as Thalassa was about to fall asleep, a cold breath approached from behind.

Startled, she quickly opened her eyes and turned around to see a man sitting on the edge of her bed.

Lysander was wearing a bathrobe, his chest exposed, revealing his lean and well-defined muscles. The muscle, strong and powerful, screamed of masculine wildness.

Seeing this made Thalassa's heart flutter. She quickly moved towards the other side of the bed, trying to distance herself from him.

Overwhelmed with anxiety, she lost control and was about to fall off the edge of the bed.

"Ah!" Thalassa screamed in fright.

Lysander reached out his strong arm, placed it around her waist, and pulled her back. Her body quickly collided with the man's chest.

Thalassa's face was pressed against Lysander's well-defined chest.

Thalassa's heart was pounding, as if a deer was fiercely crashing into it, wanting to burst out.

She was so startled that her eyes widened.

The next second, Lysander leaned down and fiercely kissed her lips.

She struggled, but he held her hands, interlocking their fingers, and pressing them against the bed. He didn't give her a chance to struggle, deepening and intensifying the kiss.

The next day, a gentle breeze blew through the window, brushing against Thalassa's face like a baby's hand.

The warm morning sun shone on her fair face, making her white and oval face and delicate features appear even more gentle and beautiful.

The blanket was draped over her body, and her arm was exposed, hanging over the edge of the bed, giving off a sense of vulnerability.

Thalassa's fingers twitched slightly, and from beneath her thin eyelids, her eyes moved.

Gradually, she woke up.

She opened her eyes, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the bright sunlight. She raised her hand to shield against the light and sat up.