The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 55

Lysander's eyes were deep, like the night sky, distant and mysterious.

White smoke swirled around his face, giving Thalassa a slight chill.

He didn't reach for the black card, so she bent down to stuff it into his hand, saying, "Don't worry, I didn't overcharge you, only for the wine."

She was already wearing a low-cut top, and when she bent over, Lysander felt his throat tighten involuntarily.

Her hand brushed his, the touch soft and cold, a feeling he found strangely familiar.

It was just a brief touch, but it was enough to stir up a whirlwind of thoughts in Lysander's mind.

His gaze deepened, and he began to show signs of emotional turmoil.

Her unintentional touch was enough to set him on edge.

This woman, Thalassa, was constantly drawing him in.

Just as Thalassa was about to stand up after handing him the black card, he grabbed her wrist. His hand was big and strong, and with a pull, she ended up sitting on his lap.

His thighs were warm, and his muscles were firm.

The moment she sat on his lap, Thalassa could feel his change.

Thalassa was stunned, her eyes wide open. "Mr. Sinclair, what are you doing?"

She tried to push him away, but he held her hand, and his other hand was behind her back, preventing her from escaping.

His voice was deep and slightly hoarse. "Do I have to make a move on you before you'll take the money?"

He was very generous with Celia's other friends, giving them a lot of money.

And she was Celia's cousin; they had grown up together, and he couldn't bear to see her in distress and not give her money.

As she was consumed by jealousy, Alaric dragged her away, whispering in her ear, "You're really brave to stay; aren't you afraid of dying? Give it up; it's never going to be your turn."

The room quickly emptied, and Alaric even thoughtfully closed the door.

Now there were just Thalassa and Lysander left in the room.

Thalassa had thought that since there were so many people around, Lysander wouldn't do anything to her; she just needed to find a chance to escape his hold.

But now.

Thalassa was panicking; her scalp was tingling, and her blood seemed to be flowing in reverse. She was alternating between fear and shock.

She struggled desperately, saying, "Mr. Sinclair, I'm not what you think; I'm just a waitress."

Turned out that Lysander's body had started to lose control because of her touch. Her irregular movements on his lap made his temperature gradually rise.