The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1362

Lysander’s grip tightened around Thalassa’s hand, unyielding, not allowing her to pull away. His handsome features were set in a determined, almost domineering expression, his eyes locking onto hers.

In the depths of his gaze, like the dark waters of a secluded lake, lay a month’s worth of longing for her.

“It’s been a month, Thalassa. Hasn’t your heart eased even a bit?” Lysander’s voice, low and magnetic, inquired.

During this past month, he’d been abroad not just for work but to give Thalassa time-time to find solace, to heal from the loss of her mother.

He knew that once her mood lightened, discussions of marriage would flow much more smoothly.

Thalassa couldn’t pry her hand from his grasp; his palm was like a vice, holding her fiercely. If she struggled too much, she’d only hurt herself.

Just like every time before, his overbearing confinement left her more wounded the harder she fought.

ever, imperious, never

resisting, her eyes cold as she met Lysander’s stare. “Your parents have been dead for so many years.

glint of hatred, fearless,

Lysander to his core, his heart feeling

his fingers

grip, Thalassa quickly withdrew her hand

frozen, watching her retreating figure disappear into the house, his b slightly

the police and testify against Bruce

he was shrouded in darkness for over two decades, never quite emerging from

mother had only each other, their bond far deeper than what he

would undoubtedly cause

that had held Thalassa’s wrist, the coolness of her skin seemingly lingering in