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.

the same as ever, imperious, never

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

was unwavering, steadfast with a glint of hatred, fearless, and

shook Lysander to his core, his heart feeling as if hammered by

strength in his

the loosening grip, Thalassa quickly withdrew her hand and

the house, his

to the police and testify against Bruce for fraud, which in

all too well; when his parents passed, he was shrouded in darkness for over

other, their bond far

would undoubtedly cause her immense

the coolness of her skin seemingly lingering in his