The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Wasn't this exactly what she had always wanted?

Thalassa's breath grew heavy, her heart constricted with a pain she couldn't hide. She averted her gaze, continuing to peel the shrimp in her hands, trying her hardest not to look at Lysander and Rosalind.

"Rosalind, tone it down, will you? We're in public. When you two get home, you can show affection to your fiancé however you want. We've got a whole crowd here and dinner hasn't even started. Don't fill up on your lovey-dovey nonsense before we've even eaten." Reginald joked, seemingly advising Rosalind to keep it low-key, but to Thalassa, it felt like a severe blow. Lysander was Rosalind's fiancé?

The thought pierced Thalassa's already aching heart sharply.

Rosalind and Lysander were engaged?

Such big news, and Joshua hadn't told her. And he wanted to make up for neglecting her? It was all lies.

Whenever she and Rosalind had conflicts, Joshua was always secretly supporting Rosalind, wasn't he? Even arranging her children's father to be engaged to Rosalind.

like a clown, trampled into the mud over and over

suddenly felt unbearably heavy; something so light now

yet her face was alight with joy at his teasing. "Getting shy over this? What

a napkin to wipe her hands, her face pale as she said, "Excuse me, I'm feeling a bit unwell. Please, go

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in design. I was thinking she could provide some feedback for your company's designs. Don't you want to hear

Lysander involuntarily. His smile had vanished, his gaze deep and unfathomable, seemingly fixed on something beyond Rosalind.

take your time. If you have any feedback, just text me. I really need to rest,

that, she