The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Now Zephyr found Thalassa bargaining her soul to a man well into his fifties, all to save Lysander. It wasn't something he'd thought she could never do.

Thalassa's pupils contracted sharply, feeling a sting of offense. She fought to keep the hurt and rage from surfacing, though her voice still trembled with indignation as she spoke.

"Dr. Funke is looking for a disciplined, available apprentice with a keen ability to learn, someone to pass on the art of medicine. He also wants a lively, witty woman to share his life with. Which criteria do you suppose I fit, Zephyr?" Thalassa challenged, chin held high.

Before Zephyr could respond, she continued, her irritation clear, "I agreed to find Dr. Funke a suitable apprentice, and to introduce him to potential partners until he finds satisfaction. Those are the terms I agreed upon! Zephyr, don't you dare define me with your narrow-minded judgments!"

"Don't fool yourself into thinking that just because you've found a doctor to treat Lysander, you're fit to marry into the Sinclair family. I will never allow a fickle woman like you to become part of it!" Zephyr, stung by Thalassa's retort, huffed angrily, leaving a biting remark before storming out.

His promise to let Thalassa care for Lysander was born from necessity, given Lysander's inability to look after himself. It was clear to him that she was the most suitable caregiver.

intimacy required for such care was

of another woman. In his comatose state, letting a stranger tend to him was risky-not only due to unfamiliarity with his routines but also for fear of triggering

held could be extinguished by such a reaction, a loss

by fear of losing Lysander, not an acceptance of

in this state to

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

Thalassa took a deep breath, reminding herself to stay calm.

Funke descending the stairs with his medical bag in

stay for

thanks, I'm not one for dining at others' homes," Dr. Funke