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 the spaghetti,

lips, picked up a fork, and elegantly started eating her

something from me?” she

up at the Crawley Group and then had followed her to Star Harbor Villa. It must be something significant for him

deep voice resonated with a note of command.

together. She clammed up.

ate in silence, the only sounds being Thalassa’s delicate slurping of the spaghetti and

He ate his spaghetti with such grace and poise, not a sound

he manage

highlighted the gap between them. Those small details always seemed to

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

stood up to clear the plates and wash them in the kitchen. Coming back, she intended to ignore Lysander and head straight

passed the dining table, Lysander’s baritone voice halted her, “Sit.”

and