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.

same as ever, imperious, never considering her

gave up resisting, her eyes cold as she met Lysander’s stare.

glint of hatred, fearless,

to his core, his heart feeling as if

strength in his fingers eased.

Thalassa quickly withdrew her

retreating figure disappear into the house, his b slightly furrowed, his dark eyes tinged with

testify against Bruce for fraud,

too well; when his parents passed, he was shrouded in darkness for over two decades, never quite emerging

other, their bond far deeper than

would undoubtedly cause her immense suffering.

flexed the hand that had held Thalassa’s wrist, the coolness of her skin