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

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

the moonlight, he could see the glitter

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

handsome face was taut. He mused, and didn’t say

to voice her worries, “How is

undergoing a post–mortem makeover,”

almost bitten through by

You’ve been asleep for six

white light instantly illuminated

against the glaring light. Before she could adjust

She was picked up by Lysander

tray had already been prepared on the bedside table. 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;

deep eyes flickered as he scooped up soup and

turned away, not wanting

taste buds were numb from the chilling sorrow. She didn’t have the heart to

hung in mid–air as his expression turned grim,