The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 842

Nursing her thumb, silent tears started to cascade down her cheeks.

“You’re awake.” Lysander’s voice, deep and somber, echoed through the darkness.

Thalassa shivered. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to force back the tears. But the intense sensation of sourness in her throat was

uncontrollable.

“Why did he fall from the building?” she managed to ask Lysander, her voice trembling.

The room fell silent, the air filled with a chilling stillness.

Just as Thalassa thought she wouldn’t get an answer, Lysander spoke up, “No one expected it. He jumped down himself…”

No one expected him to do this, and hence, nobody was prepared to stop him.

He jumped off himself?

Why?

clenched, her

the edge of the bed, watching her. She was facing away from him, her body

the moonlight, he could see

knew that she was in pain. She never forgot about Leopold, so his death brought

mused, and didn’t say

Thalassa found the courage to voice her

post–mortem makeover,” Lysander’s voice was solemn while answering her

almost bitten through

been asleep for six hours,” Lysander said as he switched on the light.

bright, white light instantly illuminated

against the glaring light. Before she could adjust to the sudden brightness, Lysander scooped her

picked up by Lysander and helped to sit at the head of

On it was a bowl of soup and an almond pudding, which were both mild dishes. Lysander tucked away the stray hair from her forehead, revealing her pale face; her lips were

as he scooped up soup and brought

turned away, not wanting to

no appetite. Her taste buds were numb from the chilling sorrow. She

outstretched spoon hung in mid–air as his expression turned grim, “Eat