The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Before Thalassa could even turn around, Callum was already in front of her, his hands pressing down on her shoulders, his eyes - warm and earnest - locked onto hers. "Thalassa, I told you three years ago, I've been in love with you. I've waited three years; don't you know by now how I feel?"

The grip Callum had on Thalassa's shoulders was firm, betraying his emotional turmoil. His gaze, too, turned desperate.

This intensity from Callum sent a wave of panic through Thalassa. Her eyes, wide and shimmering, were just about to respond.

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she spotted a sleek black limousine gliding past, its presence commanding, impossible to ignore. The windows were down, and inside, a man with deep, piercing eyes watched her, reminiscent of a wolf in the night. The city's neon lights flicked through his gaze, casting a haunting luminescence akin to the glow of a predator's eyes in the darkness.

It was Lysander!

Even from just a glimpse of his eyes, Thalassa recognized him. The man in the car was Lysander!

A chill ran down Thalassa's spine, her heart racing with unease.

took a deep breath, and said, "Mr. Gordon, love isn't something you can force. Don't waste your time on me. Lysander's marriage to Rosalind has nothing to do with me. Whether

not about the

I need to go as well." Thalassa cut

into the traffic. Just then, a taxi came along. Thalassa hailed it, got

the taxi disappear into the distance, clenched his fists in frustration, his once tender eyes reflecting

in the taxi, Thalassa took several deep breaths

had made it clear to Callum when he confessed three years ago not to waste his

Yet, he stubbornly waited.

someone's feelings just to prevent that was not an option either. She could not betray her own heart or

had put her