The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 465

Chapter 465 

“Did you guys really look in every nook and cranny? It’s really gone?” Thalassa suppressed her fear, asking the question. 

Could it have fallen somewhere unnoticed? 

This was a perfect misunderstanding, and she had no way to explain it. 

She had more important people and things to protect compared with untying the knot. 

“What do you think?” Lysander’s eyes grew colder, his gaze sharp. 

Thalassa struggled to breathe, unable to say anything further. 

“You are not admitting your fault, and that’s pretty serious! Thalassa, are you ready to face the consequences?” Lysander was getting more vexed; he gritted his teeth as he spoke. 

Thalassa’s pupils contracted, “…” 

His overpowering masculinity frightened her. 

“You have no chance to explain now!” Lysander gripped her chin, lifting her up. 

His other hand held her slender waist, turning her to face the bed. 

It was a position of utter humiliation. 

Thalassa was panicking. She tried to plead, “Don’t!” 

Too late!” Lysander’s voice was low, rough, and furious. 

There was no mercy in his tone. 

Lysander was in top physical shape; his legs were long, powerful, and perfectly proportioned; his eight-pack abs were exuding a strong masculine charm, which was incredibly sexy but also incredibly dangerous. 

By clenching her fists and biting her lip, she was enduring the discomfort. 

In the morning, the sun slipped through the curtains. It illuminated a woman’s serene face as well as her exhausted look. 

The comforter was half-draped over her, the other half falling off the edge of the bed. 

She was as beautiful as Sleeping Beauty. 

Thalassa’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as she awoke. 

Opening her eyes, she felt the sunlight a bit blinding; she lifted her hand to shield it. 

Once her eyes adjusted to the light, the passionate memory of last night sent a shock wave through her. Her consciousness was hurled by fear 

She quickly turned to look at the other side of the bed, which was now empty. 

But the empty space, along with the other half of the comforter, were stark reminders of the man who had slept there; his faint scent of sandalwood and the powerful traces of his pheromones lingered. 

Thalassa sat up quickly; her entire body felt as if being run over, still holding traces of his warmth. 

Thalassa took a deep breath to soothe the physical and emotional pain. 

The recollection of the previous night sent a shiver down her spine, flushing her face. 

Her heart, however, was in great distress. 

If she were a flower, she would have withered last night.