The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1297

Thalassa gripped Ethan’s hand, urgency etched across her face as she attempted to rush him out of the ward to tend to the burn on his back.

Just as they reached the threshold, a formidable presence loomed over them.

She nearly collided with the figure stepping through the door. Halting abruptly, Thalassa lifted her gaze and met the piercing eyes of Zephyr.

Dressed in a button-up with short sleeves, his attire was traditional with a serious edge. Despite his years, an aura of authority seemed to radiate from him.

His eyes were sharp as a hawk’s, giving Thalassa a cursory glance before settling on her hand intertwined with Ethan’s.

His gaze darkened and turned icy.

Feeling her heart sink under that intense stare, Thalassa hadn’t even processed her discomfort when another man showed up. Tall and foreboding, he wore a crisp black shirt, exuding an air of nobility and depth.

It was Lysander!

him immediately made Thalassa’s tense. She realized she was still holding Ethan’s hand and quickly let go

to the wall, unable to meet the eyes of either Zephyr or

an accident with some boiled water that spilled on

indecipherable to them, but Lysander’s icy, oppressive gaze was

for any woman other than Thalassa. His possessiveness over Thalassa was so intense

was enough for him to wish he could gouge out the offender’s

and, continued into the room without a word.

to

Sinclair, thank you so much for coming. I’m sure Susan will recover much faster with you coming to visit,” said Bruce, whose

a wave of disgust. She couldn’t understand how a societal leech like Bruce, who had ruined

with rage, ready to unleash a torrent of curses on Thalassa and even considering using a broom to