The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1338

Breathing ragged and heart racing, Thalassa stared at Lysander, her words deliberate and tense, “I’m not one for daydreams, and I’d appreciate it if Mr. Sinclair didn’t try to force them on me!”

Her statement, though resolute, carried an undertone of self-deprecation, echoing like a speck of dust in its insignificance.

Once upon a time, she had indeed fantasized about marrying Lysander, and she had asked him more than once if he would ever take her as his wife. What was his response?

He told her not to daydream!

Now she was wide awake and clear-minded, and her only desire was to stay far away from Lysander.

Yet there he was, showing up in the dead of night, proposing to her!

Shock gave way to a bitter, mocking desolation in Thalassa.

Lysander caught the rejection in her voice, along with the desolate tone of a heart that had been wounded and scarred.

own heart clenched as though gripped by an invisible hand, the

deep, smooth voice broke the silence as he stood

herself up in bed, the moonlight casting a ghostly glow on his retreating silhouette. She didn’t want to see him

with a frosty sheen, reminiscent of a winter’s night when leaves are coated with

a sight that sent an involuntary chill through her heart, an urge

the door and closed it gently

sound of the door shutting unleashed the tears Thalassa had been holding back. She Tay back down, her heart drowning in a wave of

snapped open to the morning sun so bright it nearly blinded her.

bed and went to check on the children,

of crisis hit her. Had Lysander taken

rushed outside and then saw four small figures in the vegetable patch, clustered around

were full of green beans, yet his eyes were still on the plant,

pick more so I can cook them for your mom later,” Astrid said fondly, patting Atticus’

swollen from last night’s crying, the sight of the four