The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

After wrapping up her online course for the day, Thalassa returned to Lysander's side, admiring the peaceful expression on his handsome, sleeping face. Leaning down, she planted a tender kiss on his cheek and whispered, "Goodnight, Lysander."

With quiet steps, she left the master bedroom and retreated to the guest room for the night.

The next morning, Dr. Funke arrived to continue Lysander's treatment. As he finished inserting acupuncture needles, Rosalind walked in.

Spotting Dr. Funke as he was about to leave, Rosalind called out, "Dr. Funke, could you please tell me how Lysander is doing? When do you expect him to wake up?"

Dr. Funke hesitated, glancing towards Thalassa, unsure if he should discuss a patient's condition with someone he didn't know.

Thalassa gave a slight nod, indicating it was alright for Dr. Funke to share Lysander's condition.

Even if Dr. Funke kept it from Rosalind, she would have asked Zephyr, who would have felt obliged to inform her of Lysander's condition. Thalassa didn't want Zephyr to think she was overstepping her bounds, acting as if she were the lady of Royal Estates and giving Rosalind the cold shoulder.

With Thalassa's approval, Dr. Funke answered Rosalind, "He's improving. I expect him to wake within the next two months."

that, Dr. Funke departed with his medical

and said with a warm smile, "Thalassa, thank you for tirelessly looking after Lysander

after Lysander in

words pricked Thalassa's heart like thorns, sending

of sophistication that made it hard to

didn't do it in anyone's favor," Thalassa replied coolly. "You haven't

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

and then head to my class," Rosalind declined the invitation to dine, making her way upstairs

is resting," Fitch, the butler, tried

Royal Estates staff had entered Lysander's room. Ms. Whitman had not once visited

Fitch's attempt. "I'll just have a quick look. I won't disturb

glance with Thalassa, feeling that he had failed to stop