The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Lysander was stumped. It seemed like everything was going smoothly. He had reassured her when she mentioned not having enough time for design work, agreed without hesitation when she brought up getting a marriage license, yet, for some reason, Thalassa was upset.

He had heard the saying that women were complex, but he'd never had the time or the need to dwell on such matters. His life was straightforward - people did as he asked, always keen to keep him in good spirits. He wasn't used to catering to anyone else's feelings. This was his first real taste of the puzzling nature of women.

Thalassa headed back to her room, pausing at the door to see if Lysander was following her. But when she looked back, she found no sign of him. He hadn't come after her to make things right, amplifying her disappointment. Huffing out a breath of frustration, she shut her door with a bit more force than necessary. Sitting on the bed, she felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness and discomfort growing inside her. Thalassa flopped onto the bed, pulling the blanket over her, and decided to sulk in silence.

Downstairs, Lysander was at a loss. He figured that even if he went after her, he wouldn't know the right things to say. Everything in life required a specific approach to be effective, and he believed the same was true when it came to women. You had to hit the right note when trying to cheer them up; otherwise, it was just a waste of time. But he was completely clueless about why Thalassa was mad in the first place. How was he supposed to make it right?

he decided to

a surprise! What's got you calling me out of the blue?" Alaric's voice was filled with excitement

I figured you might be too busy," Lysander started,

got our marriage license. We're officially husband and

the phone, and Lysander couldn't help

could understand

happiness, it was a bit too loud