The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1364

Thalassa fought to contain the fear and pain welling up inside her, convincing herself that Lysander had merely fallen asleep.

She called out to him, certain he would awaken.

But no matter how loudly she called his name, there was no response.

Her hands, wrapped around his back, felt a warm, sticky liquid. Even without looking, she knew it was Lysander’s blood.

Before he had collapsed, his mouth had been oozing fresh blood.

Her cheek brushed against his, still warm to the touch, his skin firm and masculine as ever.

Trembling, Thalassa cradled Lysander’s face in her hands, gently lifting his head to face her. Through her tear-blurred vision, she saw blood flow from a gash on his head, cascading across his thick brow, past his handsome eyes, and even trickling down his nose to his lips.

The scene was a dagger to Thalassa’s heart, the pain so intense it threatened to suffocate her. Yet, a sliver of hope lingered Lysander was just injured, merely unconscious, and he would recover.

breath caught in her throat, and with shaking hands, she reached out to feel

breaths of the past were now so faint they were almost imperceptible.

struck; her hand froze mid-air, her pupils dilated, and her body became rigid as tears

pain spread from her

Lysander, don’t die! Please

depths, a cry of unbearable

sobbing uncontrollably, her voice choked with tears. “Lysander, I’ll tak hospital. Please stay with

she attempted to reach for her cell phone to call for a ambulance, but the fear of leaving Lysander alone, even for a moment,

aching as if cleaved by a

for her phone, but her mind was blank on

set Lysander down to search for the phone, but the fear that it might be a final act

“Lysander, please wake up. If

forgive everything. I won’t drive you

their first instinct was to

homes, and when the chaos subsided, they gathered around Thalassa’s

man, her cries heart-wrenching, while Astrid was buried under the rubble, her whereabouts unknown.

whispered among themselves,