The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Making others happy isn't such a bad thing, you know." Lysander pulled Thalassa into his embrace, his words a gentle reply to her earlier query.

Leaning against the broad expanse of Lysander's chest, Thalassa paused for a moment, absorbing his words. Being with Lysander had sharpened her intuition; she often grasped his meaning immediately. He was talking about making others happy.

Which meant his agreement to marry Rosalind was for her happiness, for Joshua's, for Zephyr's.

That once indomitable Lysander, whom no one could influence, had suddenly embraced such a passive stance.

Was it because of his leg?

The thought plunged Thalassa into a deep, somber mood.

Just as she was engulfed in her sorrow, Lysander's deep, magnetic voice filled the air again. "I'm curious about your reaction, too. Seeing me marry another woman, would you really stand idly by?"

Thalassa's heart clenched in an instant, and she sat upright in surprise, her big, dewy eyes fixed on Lysander. "Wait, was this a trap?"

If she guessed correctly, Lysander's marriage to Rosalind was a ploy to provoke her into action, to confess her feelings for him?

this planned by

God,

boldness in attempting to disrupt the wedding was a sign of newfound

it was all part

still the same cunning person, always

Rosalind merely a pawn

could he be sure she would act

"What if I hadn't come

spoke, "Then Rosalind and I would have lived as husband and wife, a life

testing her feelings; it was about cutting off

hadn't stepped in, it would have meant

to wait would have been futile. Marrying Rosalind, a match everyone expected, would have been

Thalassa's love, he

Rosalind, Joshua, and Zephyr, marrying, Rosalind and living

the most tragic, the most