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?

heart clenched, her

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

But under the moonlight, he could see the glitter of

forgot about Leopold, so his death brought her immense sorrow.

was taut. He mused, and didn’t say a

found the courage to voice her worries,

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

again, her thumb almost bitten through by

been asleep for six hours,” Lysander said as he switched

light instantly illuminated the whole

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

picked up by Lysander and helped to sit at the head

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

he scooped up soup and brought it to her

turned away, not wanting to

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

mid–air as his expression turned grim, “Eat