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?

deep breath to soothe the ache in her heart, Rosalind suddenly

at her words. Looking up at her with a serious expression, he said sternly, "I hope I don't hear

realizing she had misspoken.

all too well that her sister was a taboo subject for Lysander; mentioning her sister, especially out of jealousy

still felt uneasy, sensing the chilly atmosphere

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Just go inside and rest. I won't disturb you, I just want to make sure you're safe. I'll leave once I see you're inside,"