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

happened to crash right against his solid chest, her face against his, their noses bumping. Before she could

of events was both swift

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.

in his arms and her lips still pressed against his, she scrambled to get up, pushing against the wheelchair armrest in panic, "I'm so

to stand up in a frantic manner, a

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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

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

hot breath on her sensitive ear made her shiver as she quickly explained, "No, I really didn't see the way forward. I

you saying I'm so short you couldn't see me?" Lysander's

skipped a beat. Realizing the huge misunderstanding, she explained hastily, "No,