The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa had been counting down the days, and finally, Saturday arrived.

She was up at the crack of dawn, 6 a.m., rifling through her wardrobe, trying on several outfits but not quite satisfied with any.

At last, she settled on a youthful avocado-green coat paired with off-white wide-leg pants and a matching trendy sweater.

Standing by the mirror, she examined herself from every angle but still wasn't pleased. Frowning, she felt at a loss over what to wear next.

Behind her, Lysander rolled up in his wheelchair, dressed as impeccably as ever in a handmade black suit and a deep blue tie, exuding an air of aristocratic sophistication without even trying.

Thalassa caught sight of him in the mirror and turned around, their eyes meeting. Suddenly, she felt a little vulnerable and walked over with a slight pout that she herself hadn't noticed, her voice carrying a hint of coquetry.

its armrest, her clear, aqua eyes gazing into his. Lysander smiled, his hand gently caressing her head, "You're visiting the kids, not some secret

I last saw them. They must have grown so much, and I... I must have aged. I don't want them to see an older version of me. I want to present the

still so young. Where's this 'old' coming from? Don't worry. No matter

her children's love

what do you think about this outfit?" After pondering for a moment, Thalassa stood up and twirled in front of Lysander, hoping for

"You look great,

three-et compliments in a row at that! like this

and Lysander set off, with a servant loading a pile of stuff

drive was filled with

had been three years since she last saw her little darlings. Last time, she had

much,