The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1290

The oppressive aura in the room was palpable, making Thalassa's heart skip a beat. She shook her head resolutely, "No, it's not that."

Before Lysander could make a move, Thalassa subtly shifted closer to him, her hip just grazing his side. The brief contact was like a spark between two live wires, sending a jolt of electricity through them both.

Lysander's arm casually draped over her waist, his hand firmly but gently encircling the slender curve of her midsection. Even with his light touch, the raw strength in his grasp was undeniable, and Thalassa couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness.

She thought he would make a bold move right there on the train, in full view of the other passengers. But instead, his hand just began a gentle, circular motion over her belly, as if he were soothing a child within.

Surprised by his tender action, Thalassa realized that Lysander was trying to comfort the baby inside her. She had mistaken his intent, assuming the worst—that he was beyond caring about propriety or her feelings.

His warm hand continued its gentle caress, and the tension in Thalassa's body began to melt away. She could feel the steady, powerful beat of his heart through the thin fabric separating them, and it soothed her own frantic pulse gradually.

Lysander watched her with a softened gaze, a rare departure from his usual icy demeanor. It was as if the first rays of morning sunlight had thawed the surface of a frozen lake.