The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1104

It was Lysander!

When Thalassa caught sight of the figure standing at her door, her heart, which had been pounding in her chest, eased for a mere moment before tensing up again.

His gaze flickered to the peephole as if he could lock eyes with her through the tiny lens. His deep, fathomless eyes seemed like pools capable of drawing in one’s very soul.

The sight sent Thalassa’s heart plummeting, panic setting in.

Quickly stepping down from her tiptoes, she averted her gaze from the peephole, her hand instinctively smoothing over the frantic beating of her heart.

Separated by merely a door, Thalassa’s pulse raced like a drum at the proximity of Lysander.

If she had refused to open the door, it might have further provoked him. He was still polite enough to ring the doorbell, but if she hadn’t caught the hint and let him in, it would only take him a second to tear the door down.

Just a door, after all, couldn’t possibly have stood in Lysander’s way.

the inevitable, Thalassa opened the door, revealing the tall, commanding figure before her. His towering presence immediately filled the space,

she forced a welcoming smile,

you, Lysander. What

gaze swept over her feigned smile, and he stepped

the threshold, the breeze that followed him brushed against Thalassa’s face, the sheer force of his presence causing

air felt invaded as he entered, the atmosphere growing

who had been terrified it might be Bruce at the door, sprang up from her seat upon seeing Lysander, masking her fear

spotting the half-finished bowl

she offered, “Have you had dinner yet? Thalassa hasn’t finished hers, and there’s more in the

interjected, “Oh, it’s late; Mr. Sinclair must have already dined. Besides, a simple bowl of spaghetti hardly suits Mr. Sinclair’s refined palate, right, Mr. Sinclair?”

of Evelyn as if to shield

gentle and seemingly supportive of Lysander,

she sported a smile on her lips. Her clear, cold eyes met his with an air