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?

soothe the ache in her heart, Rosalind suddenly asked, "Is it

at her words. Looking up at her with a serious expression, he said sternly, "I hope I

hidden anger in Lysander's eyes, realizing

Lysander; mentioning her sister, especially out of

Rosalind still felt uneasy, sensing the chilly atmosphere around Lysander and not daring to look at

C

YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES

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

said, "Mr. Gordon, thank you for being willing to go to great lengths to save me earlier. I'm really tired today 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