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.

her hand on its armrest, her clear,

I... I must have aged. I don't want

"You're still so young. Where's this 'old' coming from? Don't worry. No matter what, you'll always be the best mom in their

Thalassa, reassuring her that her children's love for her would

about this outfit?" After pondering for a moment, Thalassa stood up

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

hear you compliment someone, and three-et compliments in a row at that! like this outfit is a winner. I'm sticking

set off, with a servant loading a pile of stuff into the

with anticipation and

saw her little darlings. Last time, she had only

changed that much, the others