The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa and Rosalind locked eyes, neither speaking immediately. They just looked at each other. Clearly, Rosalind's eyes shimmered with defiance, slowly melting into a plea. She was silently begging Thalassa to speak, to forgive her.

Rosalind was a woman of great pride, making her apology a rare sight. Only someone as imposing as Lysander could make her swallow her pride and apologize to Thalassa. If Thalassa didn't extend an olive branch, today's standoff would be hard to resolve.

Rosalind's apology was meek, her eyes anxiously searching Thalassa's for a sign of forgiveness, but Thalassa just looked back at her with clear, unspoken eyes. Rosalind was on pins and needles, fearing Lysander's wrath again. Just as she was about to panic, Thalassa finally spoke, "It's okay, I forgive you this time. But let's not have a next time."

a sigh of relief, quickly glancing at Lysander for his reaction. If not

"Sit down." His words were directed at Rosalind, who quickly took her seat, her tension easing. She instinctively looked towards the door, spotting David ushering two bodyguards out. For some reason, seeing

celebrating Lysander and Thalassa's marriage, a joyous occasion. No gloomy faces." Thalassa, playing the gracious

was her favorite. He spun the lazy Susan, bringing the dish to her, his voice softening, "Have some more."

was the difference between Lysander's treatment of Thalassa and her. He defended Thalassa with icy rebukes towards her, even suggesting she leave the restaurant in disgrace. Having seen his cold demeanor towards her and