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."

departed

warm smile, "Thalassa, thank

Lysander in

heart like thorns, sending an uncomfortable twinge

always appeared so cultured and graceful, with an air of sophistication that made it hard to find fault in her words.

it in anyone's favor," Thalassa replied coolly. "You haven't eaten yet, have you? The kitchen just finished preparing dinner. Why don't we sit

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to my class," Rosalind declined the invitation to dine, making her

Fitch, the butler, tried

Thalassa and the Royal Estates staff had entered Lysander's room. Ms. Whitman had not once

backward glance, Rosalind dismissed Fitch's attempt. "I'll

feeling that