The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 397

However, his reckless move to take Isabella down with him filled her with dread, fearing that he might do something foolish again.

Afraid that a straightforward rejection might provoke him further.

“She doesn’t care about you!” A cold, icy, and intimidating voice suddenly echoed at the entrance of the hospital room.

The air seemed to tremble with tension and a chilling aura swept through the room, making it difficult to breathe.

Thalassa tensed up instinctively, her gaze shifting towards the entrance.

There stood a man dressed in a finely tailored black suit, exuding a dignified business-like aura. His tall and straight figure radiated the stern demeanor of a military officer. His face was handsome and extraordinarily good-looking.

Striding into the room was Lysander!

Thalassa’s nerves tightened, her breathing becoming cautious.

Leopold noticed him too. His brow furrowed and his previously expectant face tightened instantly.

As Lysander walked up, he brushed Leopold aside, standing by the bed. His deep eyes glanced at Thalassa on the bed, his handsome face icy and stern. “Get up!”

was commanding, intimidating, and brooked no

not daring to defy his order. She tried

her head felt heavy. Her hand, propped up on the bed, weakened, nearly causing her to fall back onto

arm reached out to her, pulling her up. The grip was firm,

support. Thalassa. “Lysander, Thalassa had a concussion. She can’t make

moves.”

he could reach her, Lysander’s chill gaze shot towards

and anger, but he was helpless. He reluctantly retracted his

on the bed, one arm around her waist, the

was stern, radiating

his imposing presence was suffocating

night five years ago, you weren’t the only one who got played. You weren’t the only one who got betrayed,” Lysander said to Leopold in a low voice.

what he meant, but he

Thalassa. “You tell him what

chest aching. She

the blanket,

was filled with anger, and his hand on her shoulder

palpable and intense.