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

welcoming smile, unaware of how awkward

it’s you, Lysander. What brings you

piercing gaze swept over her feigned smile, and he stepped

for him to pass. As Lysander crossed the threshold, the breeze that followed him brushed against Thalassa’s face, the sheer force

he entered, the

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

table, spotting the half-finished

finished hers, and there’s more in the pot. Would you like

already dined. Besides, a simple bowl

if to shield her from any fallout of

seemingly supportive of Lysander, carried subtle tones of mockery

her lips. Her clear, cold eyes met his with