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.

He lifted her chin to meet her eyes, incredulously asking, "What

repeated her words: "I said, I

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

flickered with curiosity at Lysander. "Why

Leopold all

one who told Callum that Leopold will always have a place in your heart, irreplaceable by anyone?" Lysander's index finger tilted her

startled, suddenly realizing Lysander had overheard

to commission a design from her,

his feelings. To

that no one could take Leopold's

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

Lysander who had come and, after hearing

explained, "That was just a reason to reject

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