The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1219

His expression was earnest, a look of concern etching his features. Beneath the warmth of his eyes, a pool of shared sorrow mirrored her own.

It dawned on her that Callum wasn’t the type of guy to mock others’ misery. The passing of Leopold had hit him hard, too.

Thalassa dabbed away the tears forming at the corners of her eyes, took a deep breath to calm her emotions. Once she felt a bit more collected, she met Callum’s gaze. “The situation with Debby isn’t something I can dictate,” she said. “It’s not just about me. Lysander’s leg also got burned, and he’s out for justice.”

She steered the conversation back on track. Callum had recounted Debby’s love for Leopold and Leopold’s struggles abroad, trying to persuade her to empathize with Debby,

to let her off the hook.

Unfortunately, the decision wasn’t hers to make.

Callum’s grip on his mug tightened, his brows knitting together as he wrestled with his thoughts internally, Finally, he spoke up, “Could you talk to Lysander? You’re the only one who can get through to him.”

Just as he finished his plea, the waitress arrived with their order.

too hot to handle, and when the waitress set it down, she lost her grip. The broth splashed out, quickly soaking Thalassa’s

reflexively, frantically brushing the scalding liquid from her

so sorry, miss, it was an accident, I truly

forgetting his injured leg until a

missing a beat, he grabbed his cane and hobbled over to Thalassa as quickly as he could,

a knee-length pencil skirt, and the dark fabric was visibly soaked in a large patch, standing

the freshly served

think twice about propriety and reached to lift her

of her black skirt, Thalassa’s fair and delicate thigh was exposed, the tender skin

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skipped a beat, sending ripples through his chest.

had been preoccupied with concern for Callum’s leg, fearing his injury might

lifted her skirt, his

before she could react further, a cold, piercing voice cut through the

is going