The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

The moment he saw her furrow her brow, his previously stormy demeanor dimmed, and he let go of her hand, averted his gaze, and said in a gloomy voice, "You should go." Thalassa's eyes shook fiercely. What did he say? He was asking her to leave?

"Lysander, I..."

"Go! Don't make me say it a third time!" Lysander, holding back his anger, spoke in a low, tense voice.

That brief furrow of her brow had said it all.

After all, how could she accept a man who was now partially paralyzed?

Panic seized Thalassa. Why was Lysander suddenly asking her to leave?

She moved closer, embracing him, her cheek pressed against his chest, and she distinctly felt Lysander's body stiffen for a moment.

Thalassa said urgently, "I won't go. Even when you were in a coma, I never despised you, so how could I despise you now for not being able to stand on your legs? I've said it, I like you, I love you, and I won't leave you..."

Thalassa spoke both urgently and passionately.

visibly relaxed. He lifted her chin to

words: "I said, I will

let go of Leopold?" Lysander suddenly asked, his eyes piercing into hers, not missing

flickered with curiosity at Lysander. "Why would you ask

Leopold

the one who told Callum that Leopold will always have a place in your heart, irreplaceable by anyone?" Lysander's index finger tilted

suddenly realizing Lysander

to commission a design from

his feelings. To

no

she thought she heard something at the door, but when

who had

"That was just a reason

just to reject him?" Lysander's eyes fixed on her, sharp