The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 910

As Lysander’s gaze drifted towards the throw pillow, Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat. With a swift movement, she reached out, cupped his face in her hands, and forcefully turned his attention back to her, feigning a frantic, though strained, smile.

“This house was initially under my name; it belongs to me. Doesn’t it make sense for me to live in my own house? If I don’t live here, should I bring my mom to live in Royal Estates? She’s not your mother-in-law. Would you even agree to that?”

To divert Lysander’s attention, Thalassa put on a flirtatious smirk and playfully teased him, successfully shifting the blame onto him.

If he started digging into the house issue, he might let his possessiveness kick in, barring her and her mother, Evelyn, from staying. Especially after the harrowing ordeal Evelyn had just suffered, if she found out they were being kicked out again, the emotional toll would be immense.

Thalassa couldn’t bear the thought of causing her mother more distress.

As Thalassa’s hands cradled Lysander’s face, her cool fingertips brushed against his warm cheeks, her anxious eyes pretending to flirt as they locked with Lysander’s ocean-deep gaze.

Outwardly, she appeared casual and affectionate, but inside, her heart pounded like a drum, “thumping” erratically.

touch seemed to pour a

the anger

smile playing on his lips, “You want the house? I’ve told you before, you’re

arms around her slender waist and pulled her close, narrowing the

backward, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest as she

his skin radiating a bold masculine charm. Those deep eyes exerted an innate authority

fluttered wildly, like a doe

throw her off balance with

be so presumptuous? If you really mind the house Leopold left me, fine,

effort, providing Evelyn a permanent residence in Starhaven for a sense of belonging. This was intended to provide stability instead of the continuous uncertainty and anxiety that came with renting in

up for a house. But with the sudden turn of events, she couldn’t let her mother live in rented accommodations any longer. She feared the anxiety and the psychological scars Bruce had inflicted might drive her mother

darkness, and the first step was to