The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa was glued to her tablet screen, her gaze locked on Lysander's strikingly handsome face through the digital barrier, staring into his deep, mysterious eyes. Despite knowing that Lysander was about to marry Rosalind, Thalassa couldn't help but wonder if Lysander truly liked Rosalind.

At that moment, under the watchful eyes of the public, Lysander's gaze, as unfathomable as a black hole capable of consuming Thalassa's soul, fixated on the camera. He parted his lips slightly and finally spoke, "This is a matter between us, it's none of anyone else's business." His voice, low and magnetic, carried an immense deterrence, leaving his statement ambiguously impactful and silencing any further curiosity.

The reporter, somewhat disheartened, retracted the microphone, "Wishing Mr. Sinclair and your future wife a lifetime of happiness." Then, the camera shifted away to Joshua, continuing the interview elsewhere.

Why couldn't he just answer the reporter's question directly?" Hertha, disappointed, grabbed the tablet and turned it off, "Enough of this, what's the point? The Whitman and the Sinclair family drama, it's like they're the only news worth following. Why

turning to see Thalassa's discomfort. She moved closer, placing a comforting hand on Thalassa's shoulder, "Thalassa, there are plenty of good men out there. Lysander's loss, not yours. Now that he's getting married, you're

been acting like he's got cold feet. It's been days with no word from him. My mom even thought it would be a good test for him, but I bet after he returned to the Falconer's, he just doesn't want to leave!" Hertha finished her rant, grabbing a glass of water from the coffee table and gulping it down. She had thought Alaric was eager to marry her, but his silence since returning home proved