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

grown so much, and I... I must have aged. I don't want them to see an older version of

Don't worry. No matter what, you'll always be the best mom

deeply moved Thalassa, reassuring her that her children's love for

a moment, Thalassa stood up and twirled in front of Lysander,

an indulgent smile, Lysander commented, "You look great, youthful,

it's rare to hear you compliment someone, and three-et compliments in a row at that! like

and Lysander set off, with a servant loading a

was filled with anticipation

had been three years since she last saw her little darlings. Last time, she had only seen Atticus, who had grown so much she barely

that much, the