The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa's cheeks flushed with warmth, and her heart skipped a beat as she gazed into the eyes of the man before her. Not only was he incredibly handsome, but he was also the man of her dreams. His deep melodious voice spoke words of affection that stirred her soul.

How could she possibly resist?

In just a few seconds, Thalassa's heart was pounding wildly. She desperately wanted to cup his face in her hands and plant a fervent kiss on his lips.

But then she remembered her design project was far from finished, and with the competition just days away, this was a pivotal moment for her career.

Logic overcame emotion, and Thalassa quickly composed herself. She turned her face away from Lysander's hand, which was gently lifting her chin, and with a flushed face and a playful tone, she said, "I can't spend the night with you today; I've got work to do. I'm a career woman, you know."

Her words had a teasing undertone, suggesting a flirtatious back-and-forth between them.

Lysander, hearing this, was delighted. A soft smile played on his lips as he said, "I'll keep you company."

Thalassa turned back in disbelief. "What did you say?"

She half expected Lysander to tease her back, questioning her claim of being a career woman, especially since she was just starting out in the competitive world of jewelry design. At thirty, many designers had already made a name for themselves, while she was just taking her first steps.

Her salary wasn't much to speak of, yet here she was, boldly claiming to be career-oriented!

had spoken without thinking, more in jest than

he

softly caressing the back of her hand in

work. If there's anything

lump form in her throat, and her eyes

and

a word,

teary eyes. His own eyes

last words, wondering if he had said something

quickly withdrew

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the reason behind her tears. Was she moved by his

during

realized before how little it took