The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290 

Lysander snatched the phone from Thalassa’s hand and started typing a string of numbers on the screen. 

After he finished, he handed the phone back to her. 

Thalassa watched as he handled the phone. His fingers were long and attractive, with clearly defined knuckles. Although she wasn’t particularly drawn to men’s hands, the sight of his fingers made her heart beat faster. 

She now understood the fascination some people had with good-looking hands. A pair of beautiful hands indeed could make her heart flutter. 

Thalassa’s heartbeat faltered for a moment, and she quickly took the phone from his hands. 

The screen displayed his phone number. 

Thalassa tapped “save” and then started typing a name for the contact.. 

Lysander watched her. When he saw her type “Mr. Sinclair” as the contact name, he looked distinctly displeased. 

Just as she finished, she felt a chilling gaze on her. She looked up to meet Lysander’s deep eyes, which were like a black hole, seemingly ready to swallow her up. She couldn’t help feeling a little panicked. 

She couldn’t understand why, so she quietly asked, “Mr. Sinclair, is something wrong?” 

Lysander’s gaze was icy. He stared at her face, emitting a stifling tension. 

Thalassa found it hard to breathe. She had no idea what she had done wrong. 

“Why is Leopold saved by his first name, but me as Mr. Sinclair? Thalassa, are you still confused about whose woman you are?” Lysander’s voice was threatening as he stepped closer to her. 

His steps were leisurely but intimidating. Each step closer made her more and more frightened. “I’m sorry, Mr. Sinclair, my bad.”” 

After she said this, Lysander’s eyes instantly grew colder. 

Noticing his change, she quickly said, “Lysander, I’m sorry, I’ll change it right away.” 

As she spoke, she held the phone, nervously changing the contact name. His masculine hormones were palpable, threatening to engulf her at any misstep. 

Thalassa was in a panic, her fingers trembling as she typed. 

Luckily, Lysander was not a difficult name to type. She quickly finished, held up the phone to show him the screen, and said, almost in a tone of seeking approval, “Look, I’ve changed it.” 

Lysander glanced at the screen, which now displayed his name. Then he looked at Thalassa, her face flushed from nervousness and her clear eyes full of fear, clearly startled. 

He straightened up and said coldly, “Be careful in the future. Don’t let me have to remind you again who you belong to.” 

Thalassa nodded repeatedly, “I know, I understand.” 

She had to pacify him first. 

She couldn’t argue with him, or she might be punished in his own way.