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.

lip awkwardly, replying, "Yeah,

deepened, radiating warmth. "Let me peel another one

picked up another shrimp, starting to peel it herself to prevent Callum from

she focused on her task, she dared not even

on her, making her feel as if

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her, especially since Callum and Reginald were her clients. She couldn't afford to offend them, fearing it would jeopardize Hertha's

was equally hard to

all clumsy," Rosalind said with a gentle, knowing smile. "Mr. Gordon is so attentive to Thalassa, I should take note. Shrimp dipped in sauce is indeed tastier. Lysander,

a shrimp from Lysander's plate. Mimicking Callum, she peeled it awkwardly, dipped it

Rosalind's tender voice made Thalassa stiffen, instinctively raising her head only to meet Lysander's deep, cold gaze, sending a shiver through her