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.

her throat, and with shaking hands, she reached out to feel his

deep breaths of the past were now so faint they were

froze mid-air, her pupils dilated, and her body became rigid as tears momentarily forgot to

spread from her core, threatening to tear her a

die! Please don’t!”

cry tore from Thalassa’s depths, a cry of unbearable p

up, cradling his limp arms, sobbing uncontrollably, her voice choked with tears. “Lysander, I’ll tak hospital. Please stay

to reach for her cell phone to call for a ambulance, but

let him go, her heart aching as if cleaved by a knife,

her phone,

for the phone, but the fear that it might be

weak, she pleaded, “Lysander, please wake up. If

won’t drive you away again… Please,

their first instinct was

rushed out of their homes, and when the chaos subsided,

clutching a man, her cries heart-wrenching, while Astrid was buried under the rubble, her whereabouts

themselves, pointing and speculating.