The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 374

The door of the bungalow was ajar.

As Lysander walked in, a chilling sight greeted him, making his blood run cold.

The floor was a mess, strewn with shattered porcelain and gemstone jewelry that had been carelessly tossed about.

Antique paintings were torn and scattered haphazardly on the floor.

Fitch, who had accompanied Lysander, was taken aback by the scene.

Thalassa stood in the middle of the room, curiously inspecting an antique porcelain piece. After a brief moment, she put it to her mouth and tried to bite it. When she couldn’t, she muttered something about it not being tasty and without hesitation, tossed it behind her.

Fitch, terrified, lunged forward to catch the falling piece, but missed. The porcelain hit the floor and broke into pieces.

Just like Fitch’s heart, shattered.

Thalassa seemed oblivious, bouncing on her feet, heading towards another ancient painting hanging on the wall.

his heart pounding in his chest,

was as cold and dark as a winter sky, his eyes concealing

Thalassa’s hand, pulling her away from the painting.

arms, unaware of

loosely over her hands, she playfully brushed his face with her sleeve. Her face was a picture of adoration, and

at her. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds, suggesting she

small paw. She believed she was a lamb by the side of a Greek goddess,

comfort him, “Hmm, my goddess, you’re

she lightly scratched his elastic face

rising. However, her actions were

delicate.

cat’s paw scratching his heart. He swallowed hard,

a cold sweat. Lysander

Lysander, a man of such masculinity,

was sweating bullets

fidgeting hand, and demanded in a low and angry voice, “Thalassa, look at me.

lamb, am scared,”