The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Before Thalassa could even turn around, Callum was already in front of her, his hands pressing down on her shoulders, his eyes - warm and earnest - locked onto hers. "Thalassa, I told you three years ago, I've been in love with you. I've waited three years; don't you know by now how I feel?"

The grip Callum had on Thalassa's shoulders was firm, betraying his emotional turmoil. His gaze, too, turned desperate.

This intensity from Callum sent a wave of panic through Thalassa. Her eyes, wide and shimmering, were just about to respond.

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she spotted a sleek black limousine gliding past, its presence commanding, impossible to ignore. The windows were down, and inside, a man with deep, piercing eyes watched her, reminiscent of a wolf in the night. The city's neon lights flicked through his gaze, casting a haunting luminescence akin to the glow of a predator's eyes in the darkness.

It was Lysander!

Even from just a glimpse of his eyes, Thalassa recognized him. The man in the car was Lysander!

A chill ran down Thalassa's spine, her heart racing with unease.

on me. Lysander's marriage to Rosalind has nothing to do with me. Whether I date or he gets married, it's irrelevant. I appreciate your help today in clearing my name. Rest assured, I'll give

not about

go as well." Thalassa cut off Callum's response, straightforward and firm,

merged back into the traffic. Just then, a taxi came along. Thalassa hailed

the distance, clenched his fists in frustration, his once

took several deep breaths to

clear to Callum when he confessed three years ago not to

Yet, he stubbornly waited.

realization weighed heavily on Thalassa. She didn't want a repeat of the Leopold Sinclair incident but accepting someone's feelings just to prevent that was not an option either. She could not betray her own

had

was serious about her, but she couldn't honor