The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

After Thalassa stepped out, Lysander didn't pause for even a moment. Placing his palms against the floor, he gathered all his strength, attempting to push his upper body up and desperately trying to get his

legs to move.

But no matter how much effort he put into it, his legs remained unresponsive.

It had only been a couple of minutes since Thalassa had left when she returned to find Lysander had managed to prop himself up slightly, his rear end hanging in the air as he tried to force his legs to stand. His forehead was dotted with beads of sweat from the effort, indicating he was on the verge of standing up.

Thalassa's heart raced, and she abruptly stopped in her tracks, signaling David to pause as well. They stood behind Lysander, watching him with anticipation, hoping he could stand.

In that tense moment, Lysander pushed himself to his highest point yet, but his hands could no longer support his body, and he struggled to stand.

However, his legs still felt nothing, and his arms, overwhelmed by the strain, gave way, causing him to fall back to the ground with a muted thud.

"Lysander!" Thalassa's heart skipped a beat as she rushed forward.

frustration. He clenched his teeth and pounded his fist

the depth of

at the pinnacle. Suddenly being unable to stand

her hands, comforting him with tender words, "Lysander,

came over too, squatting down to support Lysander's other arm, adding,

He understood the logic, but time... how much time

years, five years, a

he have to sit in a

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with all his strength. Thalassa's earlier hesitation to respond to his question was somewhat related

now, he couldn't return to his original

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wanting an answer, he couldn't

move freely, when Thalassa started to walk away to answer the phone, he could have grabbed her, pulled her close, encircled her waist, tipped her chin up so she had to face him, not allowing

and even Thalassa turning to answer the phone was