The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Lydia's expression froze, unsure of how to respond to Lysander's words.

Seeing the atmosphere turn awkward, Thalassa quickly chimed in, "Of course, it's still worth a shot. Who knows, miracles do happen. We've got to trust in the doctor's perseverance." As she spoke, Thalassa squatted beside Lysander, a smile playing on her lips, clearly trying to coax him.

Lydia awkwardly tugged at the corner of her mouth. Just then, Fitch came over with a tray, placing a cup of tea on the coffee table. "Ms. Everhart, your tea," Fitch said politely.

Fitch's arrival eased Lydia's discomfort slightly. She quickly picked up the cup of tea, mumbling a "Thanks" before starting to sip. The rim of the cup hid her face and her gaze towards Lysander, effectively masking her unease.

Lysander averted his gaze, locking eyes with Thalassa. Her face was lit with a smile, her eyes curving into crescents, radiating gentleness and warmth towards him.

Such a tender expression could melt the glaciers within one's heart.

Lysander took a deep breath, pushing down the turmoil inside. "Then let's go with the doctor's plan," he said.

Upon hearing this, Lydia's hand, holding the cup, paused abruptly, incredulous.

Lysander had clearly been resistant to the idea of getting a shot just moments ago, and now, his attitude had changed?

influence must

Lysander Lydia knew was always firm and meticulous; his word was law, and no one dared oppose

had never seen Lysander

Thalassa just one sentence to change

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the cup, preparing to speak. Realizing she couldn't talk with her mouth

not wait until after

back in two hours to prepare some medicine," Lydia said, her laughter tinged with a

refusing people, especially with Lysander present, making her even more

and pressed for time,

Lydia were persuaded to stay for dinner, she'd be uncomfortable, which would hardly be

then," Thalassa said, turning to Lysander for his opinion. "How about we check your pulse now to see how you're

hers, his voice no longer that of the aloof, imperious man but rather that of an ordinary, domestic man. "Whatever you think is best. Thalassa smiled at Lydia. "Alright, let's take your pulse