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.

"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 I date or he gets married, it's irrelevant. I appreciate your help today in clearing

about

to go as well." Thalassa cut off Callum's response, straightforward and firm,

a taxi came along.

distance, clenched his fists in frustration, his once

several deep breaths to calm

Callum when he confessed three years ago not to waste

Yet, he stubbornly waited.

want a repeat of the Leopold Sinclair incident but accepting someone's feelings just to prevent that was not an option either. She could not betray her own heart or be irresponsible

passionate expression earlier had put her under immense