The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Lysander's gaze was heavy and penetrating, locking onto Thalassa with an intensity that felt almost tangible. The moment Thalassa caught those piercing eyes, her heart sank, and she couldn't help but feel cornered.

"Oh, right, shrimp tastes better with sauce," Callum suddenly chimed in, his fork smoothly swooping into Thalassa's plate to pick up a shrimp. He dipped it into the sauce bowl with a practiced motion and brought it up to Thalassa's lips.

"Here, try this. It's much better now."

Thalassa snapped back to reality, immediately backing her head away at the sight of the shrimp so close to her mouth, nervously mumbling, "I can do it myself."

She took up her fork, taking the shrimp from Callum, whose eyes were soft and smiling at her.

He was the same as ever, his eyes always twinkling with kindness, exuding an approachability that was hard to deny. Even his gestures of goodwill were difficult to reject outright.

Under Callum's watchful gaze, Thalassa, feeling too embarrassed to refuse, tasted the sauce-dipped shrimp.

"Is it good?" Callum asked warmly.

her lip awkwardly, replying, "Yeah,

in Callum's eyes deepened, radiating warmth. "Let me

up another shrimp, starting to peel it herself to

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especially since Callum and Reginald were her clients. She

overwhelming presence was equally hard to

Thalassa, I should take note. Shrimp dipped in sauce

from Lysander's plate. Mimicking Callum, she

only to meet Lysander's deep, cold gaze, sending a shiver through