The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Although Lysander and Rosalind had secretly agreed to marry, which was brokered by their families, Thalassa knew her story with Lysander was over. She had no intention of imagining a future with him as well.

The day he stood there and let Susan kill her to ease Rosalind's insecurities and remove the thorn from Rosalind's side, was the day Thalassa's heart was deeply wounded. Her hopes in Lysander crumbled into utter disappointment.

But realizing the truth didn't mean she was open to misinterpretations. She didn't want to drag Callum into this mess. Callum could've met and fallen in love with someone else.

She feared the rumors linking she and Callum might tarnish his reputation and deter women who admired Callum from approaching him.

So, she had to make it clear that her and Callum were nothing but acquaintances.

Lysander's gaze darkened, fixed intently on Thalassa.

Feeling his grip on her chin loosen, she held her breath and continued, "Callum and I haven't seen each other for three years. The last time you saw me with Callum and Reginald at the diner, was our first meeting in these three years to discuss this time's jewelry design project."

Lysander's brows furrowed, "Then what have you been doing these three years?"

Learning he was in a coma, she avoided him like the plague. Then why did she go through all the trouble to find Dr. Funke to treat him?

breathing quickened under

he unaware that she had been caring for him for three

kicked out of Royal Estates

these years? "During the three years, I've been..." Her words were cut off by the

Lysander. As she spoke, she freed

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move, his breathing heavy. He had

that there was nothing between them. So, what had she been up to all this

had nothing between them, Lysander felt an uncontrollable surge of emotion, his

on his lips suddenly felt

about to stop ringing. Aren't you going to answer it?" Thalassa stood in front of Lysander. Noting his deep gaze fixed on her and his lack of intention to pick up the call,

a glimpse of Rosalind's