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

facing away from him, her body

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

pain. She never forgot

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

silence, Thalassa found the courage to voice her worries,

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

clenched again, her thumb almost bitten

for

instantly

glaring light. Before she could adjust to

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

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

up

away, not wanting to eat.

were numb from the chilling sorrow.

mid–air as his expression