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.

was the same as ever, imperious, never considering her feelings.

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

of hatred, fearless, and tinged with stubborn

to his core, his heart feeling as if hammered

his fingers eased.

grip, Thalassa quickly withdrew her hand and turned, headi

watching her retreating figure disappear into the house, his

testify against Bruce for fraud, which in turn

was shrouded in darkness for over

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

death would undoubtedly cause her immense suffering.

had held Thalassa’s wrist, the coolness of her skin seemingly lingering in his palm.