The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Wasn't this exactly what she had always wanted?

Thalassa's breath grew heavy, her heart constricted with a pain she couldn't hide. She averted her gaze, continuing to peel the shrimp in her hands, trying her hardest not to look at Lysander and Rosalind.

"Rosalind, tone it down, will you? We're in public. When you two get home, you can show affection to your fiancé however you want. We've got a whole crowd here and dinner hasn't even started. Don't fill up on your lovey-dovey nonsense before we've even eaten." Reginald joked, seemingly advising Rosalind to keep it low-key, but to Thalassa, it felt like a severe blow. Lysander was Rosalind's fiancé?

The thought pierced Thalassa's already aching heart sharply. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Rosalind and Lysander were engaged?

Such big news, and Joshua hadn't told her. And he wanted to make up for neglecting her? It was all lies.

she and Rosalind had conflicts, Joshua was always secretly supporting Rosalind,

like a clown, trampled into the mud over and over again, a spectacle for others'

unbearably heavy; something so light now seemed

playfully scolded Reginald, even putting a piece of steak into his bowl as if to quiet him, yet her face was alight with joy at his teasing. "Getting shy

hammer brutally striking Thalassa's heart. She could no longer stay seated. Setting down her shrimp, she grabbed a napkin to wipe her hands, her face pale as she said, "Excuse me, I'm feeling a bit unwell. Please,

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design. I was thinking she could provide some feedback

at Lysander involuntarily. His smile had vanished, his gaze deep and unfathomable, seemingly fixed on something beyond Rosalind. His handsome face was cold, not even

at Rosalind and said, "Ms. Whitman, take your time. If you have any feedback, just text me. I really need to rest,

that, she turned and

you don't look well. Let me walk you out,"