The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa was wrapped up in blankets, stewing in her own frustration. The words Rosalind had said, coupled with the memory of Lysander mentioning how much she resembled Harper three years ago, clogged her heart with irritation. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.

So caught up in her own thoughts, she didn't hear the knocking at first. Lysander stood at the door, knocking a few times without any response, not waiting for Thalassa to let him in. He turned the knob and entered the room, his eyes scanning for her. Not seeing her immediately, he felt a wave of worry. His gaze finally settled on a bulky shape under the covers on the bed. Spotting the legs sticking out, his worry eased.

He walked over, standing by the bed with a low, magnetic voice, "Still upset?"

His voice breaking the silence startled Thalassa, who quickly threw the blankets off and turned to face the tall figure standing before her bed. His presence was noble, exuding a natural authority. Recognizing Lysander, her initial shock eased. Seeing him brought an involuntary smile to her face, but then the troubling thoughts returned, and her joy was quickly replaced by gloom. She sulkily lowered her gaze, murmuring, "Who would dare to stay mad at you?"

lay back down in a show of disinterest. No sooner had she settled than she felt his broad chest cover her, his warm breath tickling

quickly realized his mistake. Alaric had only

the business net world had trained him to

Lysander promptly apologized.

and soothing, made Thalassa shrink back a little, but also eased her frustration slightly. She was easily softened,

with big, expectant eyes, still in his embrace. Their closeness allowed them to see every detail on each other's faces. She scrutinized his eyes, not wanting