Chapter 555
Lysander’s grip on her hand tightened, and his body emanated a chill that made her teeth chatter like she was in a walk-in freezer.
“You’ve got some nerve!” After a long silence, Lysander’s words broke through, sharp as ice shards.
She had dared to provoke him time and time again. Did she have a death wish?
“I can give you back the billion…” Thalassa’s voice trembled. Her fear was so deep that she was unaware of her own shivering tone.
“Do you think I care about the money?” Lysander’s voice was cold, dark, and menacing.
“I…”
Just as Thalassa was about to speak, the door creaked open.
The sound of tiny voices filled the room.
Four different voices spoke in unison, “Mommy!”
Four little bundles of joy scampered towards the bed, their tiny legs carrying them with boundless excitement.
Thalassa turned to see her children bounding towards her like a colony of penguins.
Her spirits lifted instantly at the sight of them after two days. She was about to rise from the bed when she realized she was not dressed.
She quickly retreated under the covers.
But the kids were already there, climbing onto the bed and making their way towards Thalassa, eager to snuggle under the covers with her.
“Mommy, are you and Daddy sleeping together? I want to sleep too.” Elowen, her hair tied in two pigtails, had a sweet smile on her face as she tried to lift the covers.
“Me too, me too!” Dorian chimed in happily.
“Yes, we want to sleep with Mommy,” Sophia agreed, nodding emphatically.
Atticus was lying at Thalassa’s feet, with a rare smile on his face as he looked at her.
“Hey, wait, no…” Thalassa gripped the corner of the duvet, panic-stricken.
She was undressed, and she was certain Lysander was too. If the kids were to lift the covers, it would have been a big problem.
Just the thought made Thalassa want to disappear on the spot.
“We want to sleep with Mommy,” Elowen pouted, pulling at the covers with determination.
Dorian and Sophia joined in. Their combined strength was enough to move the duvet.
Thalassa’s breath hitched in surprise.
The next moment, Lysander’s strong hand held the duvet in place, one hand securing the cover at his waist, the other holding down the cover on Thalassa, preventing the kids from lifting
His deep gaze fell on the three children, his usually stern voice unusually soft, “Sweethearts, why don’t you step out for a bit? When Mommy wakes up, she can play with you.”
Thalassa turned to look at Lysander in disbelief. She couldn’t believe what he had just said.
Her heart was pounding with excitement. Her eyes skimmed over his bare, well-built chest, his muscular and sexy physique. His skin was like a canvas of masculine allure.
As her mind drifted to the events of the previous night, a blush crept up her face, and she quickly looked away.
“Really? Mommy can play with us?” Elowen’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Lysander.
The other three kids also looked at Lysander. Their innocent-eyes filled with anticipation.
“Of course,” Lysander confirmed with a nod.