The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"You don't need to worry about these things. Just focus on your classes," Lysander said to Rosalind with a calm voice, like an older brother reassuring his little sister.

Rosalind didn't respond; she just gazed intently at Lysander. She admired his strikingly handsome profile, the deep-set eyes framed by long lashes, the prominent nose, and his thin, sensuous lips. He was so stunningly handsome with an air of aristocratic coldness.

Rosalind felt her heart flutter just as it did when she was fifteen. She was still smitten with him and filled with a girlish infatuation.

But this perfect, breathtakingly handsome man didn't belong to her.

In her heart, Rosalind felt a mix of loss and deep-seated frustration. She had been better educated than Thalassa, had more refined manners, and even her presence was more dignified.

She also looked more stunning than Thalassa.

And yet, why Lysander favored Thalassa over her?

in her heart, Rosalind suddenly

message to his head of security on his phone, paused abruptly at her words. Looking up at

beat as she saw the hidden anger in Lysander's eyes, realizing she had misspoken. She hurriedly apologized, "I'm

taboo subject for Lysander; mentioning her sister, especially out of jealousy towards

sensing the chilly atmosphere around Lysander and not daring to

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breath heavy, made it to the front door of the villa and realized

and would like to rest. I'll treat you with dinner the other day." "There's no need for thanks between us. Just go inside and rest. I won't disturb you, I just want to make sure you're