The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa kept soothing herself that it was time to move on.

Staring into the mirror, she took in her pale reflection and her wretched face streaked with tears as a self-deprecating smile twisted her lips.

"Thalassa, it's been three years. Why are you still such a wreck? Why can't you live freely for yourself just like everyone else?" She said to herself. Yeah, living freely, not caring about anyone who didn't matter.

From now on, the only people who matter in her life would be her four kids and her aunt.

With some effort, Thalassa managed to adjust her emotions, wiping her face dry with a tissue before turning to leave the bathroom.

As she stepped out, she accidentally bumped into a wheelchair, losing her balance and instinctively lunging forward.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, trying to steady herself, only to lock eyes with Lysander's distinct, breathtakingly handsome face.

Her breath hitched, and she struggled to keep from falling forward.

only made things

balance, she fell into the wheelchair and right into Lysander's arms. Her chest happened to crash right against his solid chest, her face against his,

sequence of events was both swift and

cool sensation on her lips and the robust breath of the man were striking her face with that familiar, intoxicating masculine scent that enveloped her, making her heart race so fiercely. Her eyes widened as she was staring at Lysander's face, so

against his, she scrambled to get up, pushing against the wheelchair armrest

a frantic manner, a

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brace herself, fell into Lysander's embrace again. Her heart suddenly raced and she was in such a frenzy. Lysander's chiseled face was inches from hers so she could see each of

kiss and run? Life's not that easy, is it?" Lysander's voice, low

as she quickly explained, "No, I really didn't see the way forward. I didn't

see me?" Lysander's deep tone carried

hastily, "No, I was upset so