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.

his phone. Just the idea of

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

his phone to Thalassa. "How

a closer look, Lysander's

David calling,"

he answered the call with a tone

said on the other side made Lysander's expression darken

to it. "Go ahead,

phase, and being a weekday, it was likely swamped with work. Her understanding

wishes over work. "If you insist on the movie,

use some rest anyway; woke up too early today and I'm actually feeling sleepy,"