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.

her. His towering presence

and she forced a welcoming smile, unaware

you, Lysander. What

her feigned smile,

for him to pass. As Lysander crossed the threshold, the breeze that followed him

air felt invaded as he entered, the atmosphere growing tense.

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

the dining table, spotting the half-finished bowl of spaghetti

finished hers, and there’s more in

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

Evelyn as if to shield her from any fallout of Lysander’s potential

seemingly supportive of Lysander, carried subtle tones of mockery upon

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