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.

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

already anxious heart contracted, and she forced a welcoming smile, unaware of how awkward and fearful it appeared.

you, Lysander. What brings you

her feigned

As Lysander crossed the threshold, the breeze that

felt invaded as he entered, the atmosphere

up from her seat upon seeing Lysander, masking her fear with

spotting the half-finished bowl of spaghetti Thalassa had left

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

an answer, Thalassa interjected, “Oh, it’s late; Mr. Sinclair must have already dined. Besides, a

Evelyn as if to

words, though gentle and seemingly supportive of Lysander, carried subtle tones of mockery upon closer

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