The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 820

Thalassa’s heart pounded as her gaze darted to the rear-view mirror, where Lysander’s deep, brooding eyes met hers. Panic washed over her, leaving her feeling helpless and cornered.

She quickly brushed away the tears from her face, blinking rapidly to clear her vision, “I’m not crying, honey,” she said with a forced smile. “The wind outside is just so strong that it blew some dust into my eyes.”

With that, she pulled Sophia into her arms and planted a kiss on her forehead, hoping to reassure her and ease her worries.

“Oh, Mommy, I’ll help blow the dust out of your eyes,” Sophia offered, tilting her head back and puffing out her cheeks as she blew a gentle breath towards Thalassa’s eyes.

It was what Thalassa used to do for them when they got something in their eyes.

Thalassa played along, lowering her head as Sophia blew gently on her face. The soft, milky-scented breath was somewhat comforting. It soothed her troubled heart.

She didn’t understand why she cried. She was sitting there in the car, thinking about Evelyn’s words that she didn’t have a big, fancy house, and couldn’t provide her kids with a stable home. They would have a better future with their father.

She couldn’t even control her own life, let alone help her mother escape their predicament.

The bitter realities of life seemed to magnify in her heart, causing tears to fall involuntarily from her eyes.

Lysander’s intense gaze in the rear-view mirror, she snapped back to reality, suppressing her emotions and even using Sophia’s assistance as

deep and mysterious, returned to the road ahead. He

reaching Royal Estates, the kids were

and one by one, he carried the

Thalassa rested against the headboard and lost in her thoughts. Suddenly, she heard a noise at the door. She quickly laid down, turning her back to the door and

she was asleep, Lysander wouldn’t bother

tried to keep

her. A strong masculine presence drew closer, a solid chest radiating warmth pressing against her back. His rough hand

breath quickened and her pulse raced. Eyelashes

Lysander’s ocean-deep gaze.

threatening to delve into the depths of her soul, seeing

her.

returning to Royal Estates upset you?” Lysander’s low, magnetic voice echoed in

cheeks, leaving Thalassa

and insisted, “No, I really did get dust in my eyes from the