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.

door, revealing the tall, commanding figure before her. His towering presence immediately

forced a welcoming smile, unaware of

it’s you, Lysander. What brings you here?”

her feigned smile, and he

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

felt invaded as he entered,

from her seat upon seeing Lysander, masking her

eyes darted to the dining table, spotting the

she offered, “Have you had dinner yet? Thalassa hasn’t finished hers, and there’s more in the pot. Would you like me to fix you a

late; Mr. Sinclair must have already dined. Besides, a simple bowl of spaghetti hardly

of Evelyn as if to shield her from any

and seemingly supportive of Lysander, carried subtle

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