The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"I'll keep our marriage license safe until we get back home," Lysander said as he slipped Thalassa's marriage certificate into his suit pocket. Thalassa's tears turned into laughter. "Are you really worried I might lose it?"

"Of course, it'd be quite the joke if we lost our marriage license right after getting hitched," Lysander replied, his tone full of indulgence. Whenever he spoke to Thalassa, his voice softened, a tenderness unmistakable.

Thalassa felt cherished and recognized how much Lysander valued their union. The slight unease in her heart vanished.

Hand in hand, they stepped out of the city hall into the bright morning sunshine, which enveloped them with its warmth.

Clutching Lysander's arm, Thalassa didn't even realize she was speaking with a hint of coquettishness. "So, where are we off to now?" "Let's catch a movie, I'll check the showtimes," Lysander responded, pulling out his phone, ready to browse through the listings.

He had spent the previous day not only asking his friend Alaric for advice on what typically annoys women but also on activities for dates.

He'd never been one for movies, dismissing them as frivolous. Yet, for a date with Thalassa, he was willing to try something new, something he'd previously scoffed at.

navigate his phone. Just the idea of watching a movie together

said Lysander wasn't romantic? Here he was, planning a movie

and handed his phone to Thalassa. "How

closer look, Lysander's phone rang, interrupting with

calling," Thalassa

answered the call with a tone

expression darken further, ending the call

she beat him to it. "Go ahead, you can

a weekday, it was

over work. "If you insist on the

sure. I could use some rest anyway; woke up too early today and I'm actually