The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1278

Sitting on a weathered wooden bench by the lake, Thalassa leaned into Lysander’s side, her gaze meeting that of her mother, Evelyn, who sat opposite. Lysander’s presence was so commanding that even as Evelyn tried to focus on Thalassa, her peripheral vision kept betraying her, drawn to the man beside her daughter.

A shiver of discomfort ran through Evelyn as her eyes unintentionally brushed past Lysander. Quickly, she averted her gaze to the calm waters of the lake, trying to find solace in the scenery. Weeping willows draped their tendrils across moored boats, their wispy branches comically resembling toupees on balding dolls. It was a sight both enchanting and amusingly quaint.

Evelyn’s attention was caught by a modest fishing boat bobbing not far off, its silhouette against the shimmering river. Suddenly, with the grace of a dancer, a fish leaped from the lake, arcing perfectly through the air before landing on the very boat Evelyn had been observing.

The fisherman, who’d been dozing in wait for the right moment to haul in his nets, was jolted awake by the slap of the fish against his cheek. Bursting into laughter, he exclaimed, “Well, ain’t that the luck! A catch while napping, that’s some fine fortune!” With glee, he scooped up the fish and secured it in his bucket.

the scene, couldn’t help but let

swept the clouds from her mood like sunlight through a clearing

of relief. She had brought Evelyn on this little getaway to lift her spirits, fearing that too much time spent cooped up in Starhaven might lead her down a dark path again. After a past suicide attempt, Thalassa couldn’t bear the thought of

shoulder, pulling her gently into a broad and sturdy chest. The subtle scent of sandalwood from the man’s body enveloped her, a fragrance so familiar it caught her off-guard. Her heart skipped a beat, and

been spent in the embrace of such a chest, surrounded by this comforting scent. Now, that same scent filled her lungs in the open air, triggering

with Callum, who sat across from them. His gaze was clouded with a melancholic shadow. His previously warm eyes

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as she was about to speak, Callum looked away, mimicking Evelyn’s retreat to the lake’s calming scenery. The air somehow felt cold to Callum, a reflection of his internal frost.