The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Lysander hadn't made it home yet by the time Thalassa got back at half-past four in the afternoon. She lounged on the couch, aimlessly flipping through channels on the TV until around six when Lysander finally walked in.

Dressed in a bespoke black suit that screamed sophistication, he strode in with an air of nobility, his tie knotted to perfection. To Thalassa, he seemed every bit the epitome of a high-flying executive. For a brief moment, as she watched him enter, Thalassa found herself momentarily dazed.

"What's on your mind?" Lysander's voice, rich and velvety, broke the silence.

Snapped back to reality, Thalassa quickly stood up and went over to help him out of his suit jacket, following him around and striking up a conversation. "What kept you at work so late today?"

"The firm's just getting off the ground, and we've got a couple of big projects to tackle. By the way," Lysander's gaze, sharp and probing, fixed on Thalassa, "if you've got any good designs, you should sell them to us. We're in dire need of some fresh jewelry designs."

Lysander had founded his company with Thalassa in mind, having groomed her into a well-known jewelry designer domestically.

No designer had ever achieved such fame so soon after graduation, with their creations in high demand.

Only Thalassa.

Lysander had the means to make Thalassa's

been a bit lazy lately, haven't really spent much time on designing," Thalassa apologized,

jacket, her hand brushed the household register in her

alright, wasn't

me posted if you come up with anything," Lysander said, mistaking her

a deep breath, and mustered up her courage. Turning to face Lysander, who had since taken a seat on the couch, she blurted out, "I went back to Hollowbrook today to get our household register.

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