The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Thalassa let out a sigh, finally finding a somewhat comfortable position for her legs, when the doorbell rang.

She hurried to the door, expecting her aunt, a smile blooming on her face, "Aunt Clara, how was your day with—"

Her greeting was cut short at the sight of David standing at the doorway, pushing a wheelchair. Seated in it was a presence too imposing to ignore. It was Lysander!

His striking features, noble as a marble statue, seemed to command the elements, his aura icy and unapproachable.

Seeing Lysander, Thalassa's smile vanished, her nerves tightening, a wave of anxiety washing over her. "Lysander, what brings you here?"

Lysander's dark eyes lifted to her. She was in a nightgown, her hair damp, a mist of water vapor wrapping around her. Her dark hair draped over her pale cheeks, creating a stark contrast, like a lily fresh from the water.

Just the sight of her like this made Lysander's gaze darken, his throat tightening.

Without responding to Thalassa, Lysander glanced behind him.

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by the sofa, Thalassa, slightly tense, offered, "I'll get you a

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own home, Thalassa found herself drawn

a large bruise on her leg, alarming in its intensity. His eyes narrowed, "Did you hurt yourself just now?"

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asked if she was hurt, and

had lied! The injury looked

leg, Thalassa hastily pulled down her dress to cover the

conceal the injury was interrupted by his firm grasp, his hand warm and strong, a touch both familiar

heart skipped a beat, freezing her actions, as she looked up into Lysander's

my questions?" Lysander's voice, deep and

he had wheeled closer, his presence overwhelming, his breath warm on her face, stirring familiar