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.

shaking hands, she reached out to feel his breath.

the past were now so faint

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

her core, threatening to tear her a

Lysander, don’t die!

from Thalassa’s depths, a cry of unbearable p

uncontrollably, her voice

call for a ambulance, but the fear of leaving Lysander alone, even for

as if cleaved by a knife, making it even breathe.

looked around for her phone, but her mind was blank on

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

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

I won’t drive you away again… Please, wake up…”

their

of their homes, and when the chaos subsided, they gathered around Thalassa’s house to see what had happened.

they found Thalassa clutching a man, her cries heart-wrenching,

themselves, pointing and