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!

jest than seriousness,

teasing, he offered

large hand gently took hers, his thumb softly caressing the back of her hand in an intimate gesture that spoke

work. If there's anything you don't understand, you can

lump form in her throat, and

of support and understanding from

saying a

speak, but stopped short when he saw her teary eyes. His own eyes widened

words, wondering if he

quickly withdrew her

manner, wiped away a tear; avoiding Lysander's gaze. "It's nothing, just some dust from the ceiling got into my eyes," she said, pretending to rub something out of

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then understood the reason behind

the promise of his company during a late work night was enough to bring

before how little