The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1332

Lysander’s palm twitched faintly, still feeling the cool touch of her fingers lingering in his hand.

The chill seemed to seep right through to his heart.

His deep eyes shifted towards Thalassa. Her eyes were closed, clearly not in the mood to engage with him. Pretending to sleep, her trembling lashes betrayed her inner turmoil.

She couldn’t possibly be sleepy, could she? The pain in her heart was so deep. How could she find rest?

She simply didn’t want his company, that much was evident.

With a misty look in his profound gaze, he spared her one last glance before stepping out of the room. She was in a fragile state, and any more words from him would only serve as a sting.

She wanted solitude, so he would grant it to her.

Thalassa’s eyes remained shut, but every tiny nerve within her was on edge, attuned to every sound in the room.

Lysander leaving the hospital room, her pent-up emotions crumbled. Tears spilled from her eyes, and her chin

she clutched the blanket, crying softly

body arched as an invisible wound seemed to tear open near her belly, pulling at her

with the intensity of her agony, reaching down to caress her belly. Aside from the sharp pain, it felt unchanged, yet a little life that had been growing there was now an angel

one she had protected

mother passed away her baby

that she

bench. He could hear Thalassa’s cries, raw and primal. It was as

misted over, filled with sorrow.

knew that the pain he felt was nothing compared to the agony engulfing Thalassa. How he longed to go to her, to hold her close, to kiss her repeatedly and to

holding back her immense grief instead of crying in front of him. Her determination to withdraw her hand from his gentle grasp reminded him

presence only added to her repression, bringing her

even allow herself

him, Lysander’s fists clenched, his handsome face cast in gloom.