The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 368

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. 

1 

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. 

His chest was warm and solid, and his heart was beating steadily. 

A wave of warmth spread from Thalassa’s cheeks, like an electric current, quickly pulsing through her heart, and making her feel numb. 

Thalassa quickly realized the danger of her situation. 

Panicked, she quickly retreated. 

Just as she raised her head, the man’s arm that was holding her tightened, pulling her back into his embrace. It was domineering and irresistible. 

Lysander’s voice was husky, “Don’t move!” 

When she had fallen into his arms earlier, she was as soft as a cloud, filling his empty chest. 

Her sweet scent was overwhelming, stirring his body’s reactions. 

It was just like five years ago when he couldn’t control himself. 

Unable to resist, Lysander held her for a moment, and then turned and pinned her down. 

Thalassa’s world spun, she was lying on the bed, and when she came to, she saw Lysander above her, his handsome face slightly flushed. His dark eyes were staring at her, and his masculine presence enveloped her.