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.

opened the door, revealing the tall, commanding figure before her. His towering presence immediately filled the space, casting his shadow over Thalassa’s

she forced a welcoming smile,

you, Lysander. What

feigned smile, and he

Lysander crossed the threshold, the breeze that followed him brushed

invaded as he entered, the

up from her seat upon seeing Lysander, masking her fear

spotting the half-finished bowl of spaghetti Thalassa had left

“Have you had dinner yet? Thalassa hasn’t finished hers, and

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

herself in front of Evelyn as if to shield her from

words, though gentle and seemingly supportive of Lysander,

her lips. Her clear, cold