The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1105

Thalassa rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath.

She had tried to warn him but to no avail. Wasn’t he the least bit grossed out that he was eating the spaghetti she had already twirled on her fork, with her saliva all over it?

Evelyn, holding a fresh plate of steaming spaghetti, was about to set it down in front of Lysander when she noticed that he was already digging into the one Thalassa had been eating from.

Evelyn shot Thalassa a surprised look, realizing that Lysander had taken the initiative himself. She placed the extra plate beside Lysander and turned to Thalassa, “Sweetie, you sit and eat. I’m beat. Off to bed for me.”

With that, Evelyn spun on her heel and headed to her room.

Evelyn might have been a straight-shooter and liked to nag Thalassa and vent her frustrations, but she was no fool.

She knew she’d be the third wheel if she stayed. So, she briskly retreated to her room, leaving them to their privacy.

Thalassa could read Evelyn’s mind like an open book. Her mother would rant about Lysander hogging her youth without taking responsibility, yet she also orchestrated opportunities for them to be together. Thalassa could never quite figure out her mother’s angle.

next to Lysander, exactly where Evelyn had deliberately placed

up a fork, and elegantly started eating her

you need something from me?” she asked

Group and then had followed her to Star Harbor Villa. It must be something significant

later,” Lysander’s deep voice resonated with a note of

together. She clammed

sounds being Thalassa’s delicate slurping of the spaghetti and the

got the better of her, and she glanced at Lysander. He ate his

does he

eat spaghetti without making some noise – something that highlighted the gap between them. Those small details always seemed to emphasize their differences.

a lump in her throat, Thalassa focused on finishing her meal. When she looked up again, Lysander was done

them in the kitchen. Coming back, she intended to ignore Lysander and head

the dining table, Lysander’s baritone voice halted

deep breath, and fought the urge to