The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

The moment he saw her furrow her brow, his previously stormy demeanor dimmed, and he let go of her hand, averted his gaze, and said in a gloomy voice, "You should go." Thalassa's eyes shook fiercely. What did he say? He was asking her to leave?

"Lysander, I..."

"Go! Don't make me say it a third time!" Lysander, holding back his anger, spoke in a low, tense voice.

That brief furrow of her brow had said it all.

After all, how could she accept a man who was now partially paralyzed?

Panic seized Thalassa. Why was Lysander suddenly asking her to leave?

She moved closer, embracing him, her cheek pressed against his chest, and she distinctly felt Lysander's body stiffen for a moment.

Thalassa said urgently, "I won't go. Even when you were in a coma, I never despised you, so how could I despise you now for not being able to stand on your legs? I've said it, I like you, I love you, and I won't leave you..."

Thalassa spoke both urgently and passionately.

body visibly relaxed. He lifted her chin to meet her eyes, incredulously asking, "What did you

her words: "I said, I

let go of Leopold?" Lysander suddenly asked, his eyes piercing into hers, not

with curiosity at Lysander. "Why would

Leopold all

anyone?" Lysander's index finger tilted her chin up a bit more, bringing her closer, forcing her

realizing Lysander had overheard her

her home, intending to commission a design from

feelings.

him that no

time, she thought she heard something at the door, but when she looked back, she

had come and, after hearing

a reason to reject

just to reject him?" Lysander's eyes fixed on her, sharp and