The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"You are anything but boring. If you were, would so many women be practically tripping over themselves to marry you?" Thalassa pouted, visibly upset.

Lysander glanced at her with his deep-set eyes, pulling her slender body closer into his embrace while his other hand affectionately ruffled her hair. "Oh? Someone's jealous?" Thalassa attempted to dodge his hand, still sulking. "Jealous? Who's jealous?"

She wouldn't admit it.

"Why do I sense a whiff of sour grapes?" Lysander teased her with his rich, indulgent voice.

Thalassa, a bit miffed, lightly punched Lysander's chest. "But I'm speaking the truth! If I hadn't shown up at that wedding, you'd be married to Rosalind by now, and I'd be out of the picture." "Still hung up on Rosalind, huh?" Lysander's voice was silky smooth as he caught her hand and kissed it again, his lips warm and soothing.

Thalassa wasn't truly mad at Lysander. His hugs, kisses, and comforting words quickly turned her insides to mush.

She looked up at Lysander, letting him hold her hand, and murmured with a slight pout, "Shouldn't I be bothered?"

She didn't realize how much she resembled a petulant child in front of Lysander at that moment.

years, she had been strong and independent, always calm and collected. Once someone gets used

she naturally

her. No matter how fierce and cold he might appear to the outside world, in front of Thalassa, he was as warm as the sun, melting all the cold inside her. "Of course, you can be bothered. The

about this?" Thalassa

means you care

heart skipped a beat, her

about whether

she cared

bitterness and

worry about the

as Lysander cared about her now, that

youth? She herself had a deeply etched

Lysander wasn't

So why should she?