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.

panic only made

crash right against his solid chest, her face against his,

of events was both

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

get up, pushing against the wheelchair armrest in panic,

frantic manner, a strong hand grabbed her wrist

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

was in such a frenzy. Lysander's chiseled face was inches from hers so she could see each of his pores. His elastic and

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

quickly explained, "No, I really

short you couldn't see me?" Lysander's deep

the huge misunderstanding, she explained hastily, "No, I was upset so I failed to the way