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.

stronger surge of frustration. He clenched his

the depth

had always been on top, untouchable, a figure standing at the pinnacle. Suddenly being unable to stand was

fist in her hands, comforting him with tender words, "Lysander, don't rush yourself. Recovery takes time. You need to give yourself

quickly came over too, squatting down to support Lysander's

clenched tight. He understood the logic, but time... how much time would

five years, a decade, or even

have to sit in

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in a wheelchair meant he couldn't even embrace the woman he loved with all his strength. Thalassa's earlier

return to his original

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an answer, he couldn't take the

grabbed her, pulled her close, encircled her waist, tipped her chin up so she had to face him, not

Thalassa turning to