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,

her eyes cold as she met Lysander’s stare. “Your parents have been dead for so many years. Have you found comfort yet?”

steadfast with a glint of hatred, fearless, and

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

strength in his

withdrew her hand and

into the house, his b

him for urging Evelyn to go to the police and testify against Bruce for fraud, which in turn provoked Bruce,

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

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

would undoubtedly cause

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