The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1205

Thalassa lifted her phone, aiming it at Elowen and Lysander. "One, two, three, cheese! Perfect shot."

"I wanna take a picture too! I wanna be in it with Daddy!" Dorian, seeing how well Elowen and Lysander were posing together, also shuffled over.

Thalassa called out, "Atticus, Sophia, scoot over next to your dad. I'll snap a few shots of you all."

The four kids eagerly gathered around Lysander. Elowen nestled into Lysander's embrace, Atticus leaned against his arm, Sophia gently held onto his sleeve, and Dorian, the rascal, climbed onto Lysander's back, wrapping his little arms around his neck.

Lysander, surprisingly, wasn't miffed. Instead, his deep gaze remained fixed on her, waiting for her to capture the moment.

This took Thalassa aback.

It seemed Lysander was more fond of the kids than she had realized.

Realizing Lysander's paternal affection, Thalassa felt a wave of relief and joy wash over her.

Her four kids were loved by their dad; they weren't the pitied fatherless tots others made them out to be.

Thalassa felt a tear at the corner of her eye as she raised her phone and snapped a photo of the four kids with Lysander.

After the shot, the kids crowded around, eager to see the image on her phone. Thalassa opened the photo album and showed them.

"Wow, I love this photo!" Elowen beamed, seeing her happy face captured on screen.

Thalassa thought Elowen wanted her to take back the phone to check the pictures Lysander had just taken.

Instead, Elowen pushed and shoved her toward Lysander, saying in her sweet, persuasive voice, "Mommy, sit on Daddy's lap, just like I did. I’ll take a picture of you two."

Thalassa was stunned. Did Elowen seriously want her to sit on Lysander's lap?

Elowen, you're daddy's little girl. You can get away with anything, but I'm not so bold, thought Thalassa.

"Elowen, maybe we shouldn't..." Thalassa, pushed to Lysander's side, was about to step away when her wrist was caught in his firm grip, the strength sending a shiver through her.

The next moment, with a firm pull from Lysander, she found herself tumbling onto his lap, his muscular thighs startling her into stiffness. As she tried to stand reflexively, Lysander's arms encircled her waist, pulling her into his embrace. His velvety voice whispered in her ear, "How could we disappoint the kids when they ask for something so simple?"