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 body

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

words. But under the moonlight, he could see the glitter of tears in her

pain. She never forgot about Leopold, so his death brought her immense sorrow.

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

a long silence, Thalassa found the courage to voice her worries,

is in the morgue and undergoing a post–mortem makeover,”

clenched again, her thumb almost bitten through by her own

for six hours,” Lysander said as he

white light instantly illuminated the

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

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

the bedside table. On it was a bowl of soup and an almond pudding, which were both mild

flickered as he scooped up soup and brought it to her lips.

not wanting

were numb from the

hung in mid–air as his expression turned