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?

the ache in her heart, Rosalind suddenly asked, "Is it because Thalassa's eyes remind you of

abruptly at her words. Looking

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

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

felt uneasy, sensing the chilly atmosphere around Lysander and

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

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 safe. I'll leave once