The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Of course," Fitch nodded, backing out of the room and gently closing the door behind him. Zephyr handed a spoonful of medicine to Rosalind. "Here, you give Lysander his medicine."

"Oh, uh..." Rosalind blinked, a bit dazed by the sudden task, but quickly took the spoon from Zephyr's hand.

She walked over and sat beside Lysander's bed, scooping up a spoonful of the liquid and carefully bringing it to his lips.

Just as the spoon touched his mouth, the medicine dribbled out, spilling down his chin and onto his neck.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't realize Lysander wouldn't open his mouth," Rosalind gasped, hastily setting the medicine on the nightstand and grabbing a tissue to wipe the spill from his neck. She was inexperienced in caregiving, her movements awkward and frantic.

Zephyr watched from the sidelines, his voice deep and seasoned with age. "Do you know how Thalassa usually administers his medicine?"

Rosalind, having finished wiping Lysander's face clean, stood up and silently shook her head. She had never seen Thalassa give Lysander his medicine and obviously had no idea.

"She uses her mouth," Zephyr said simply.

her mouth' striking her not

Lysander at the Royal Estates, but she had

told her that Thalassa was just like any other servant at the estate, dealing only with the trivialities of Lysander's care. She hadn't expected such closeness between

everything

hide the fact of Lysander's

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revealing that Lysander would awaken in two months, was

Lysander's three-year coma or his history with another woman, Zephyr wouldn't force the issue. There

off the engagement on Lysander's

her union with Lysander; if not,

at Zephyr's serious face and listened to his solemn words. She was smart enough to understand that he was presenting

and Thalassa's past relationship, and that they have four children together. I can accept and embrace all of Lysander's past, and if I marry him, I will love