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.

mirror, she snapped back to reality, suppressing her emotions and even using Sophia’s assistance as an

deep and mysterious, returned to the road ahead. He remained

Estates, the kids were all

parked the car and one by one, he carried the kids into the house, tucking

and lost in her thoughts. Suddenly, she heard a

long as she was asleep, Lysander

eyes and tried to keep her breath

presence drew closer, a solid chest radiating warmth pressing against her back. His

at the feeling; her breath quickened and her pulse raced. Eyelashes fluttered, she opened her eyes to meet

Lysander’s ocean-deep gaze.

gaze held her captive, like a piercing wind threatening

her.

you?” Lysander’s low, magnetic voice

grazed her cheeks, leaving

mustering the courage to meet his gaze and insisted, “No, I really did get dust in my eyes from the wind.”