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?

her body curling

facing away from him,

he could see the glitter of tears

was in pain. She never forgot about Leopold, so his death

He mused, and didn’t say

silence, Thalassa found the courage to voice her worries, “How is he

a post–mortem makeover,”

again, her thumb almost bitten through by her own

asleep for six hours,” Lysander

white light instantly illuminated the

against the glaring light. Before she could adjust to the sudden

soft, limp and powerless. She was picked up by Lysander

a bowl of soup and an almond pudding, which were

scooped up soup and brought

away, not

were numb from the chilling sorrow. She

spoon hung in mid–air as his expression turned grim, “Eat up!”