The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

In a fleeting moment, Thalassa's gentle breath intertwined with Lysander's vigorous exhale. Lysander kissed her with a mix of urgency and intensity, savoring Thalassa's long-missed sweetness. The instant Thalassa's lips touched his, Lysander felt a tightness in his throat, and his entire being seemed to freeze. She had indeed proven she liked him. And Lysander's excitement was far more intense than Thalassa could have imagined. He had waited for her affirmation for what felt like an eternity, and finally, it had arrived.

Initially, Thalassa was tense and unsure, but realizing that Lysander was willingly kissing her, and his strong hands were firmly cradling the back of her head, she couldn't easily pull away. Suddenly, it dawned on her; this was Lysander's way of answering her. A wave of joy surged through her heart, and her body gradually relaxed, responding to Lysander's kiss.

had been eagerly watching and waiting for Lysander's reaction, burst into excited murmurs and cheers upon seeing Lysander and Thalassa kiss. What was supposed to be a wedding turned into a sensational scene of another woman making

her cheek, turning to look at Alaric, only to find him smiling contentedly, his gaze filled with affection. While Hertha had been happy for Thalassa,

to separate them. Her white wedding dress had become a joke. Today, she was supposed to be the bride, yet her groom was kissing another woman. How could she just stand by?