The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Watching Thalassa's emotions ripple was like witnessing the warm turbulence of spring waters. With just one look, he had her completely enraptured. Thalassa felt a warmth in her eyes as she nodded at Lysander, "Sure, next time we'll visit Aunt Mary."

What moved her was Lysander's immediate reference to her aunt as "Aunt Mary," not "your aunt." He had integrated himself into her family, embracing her relatives as his own. It was a small designation, but it's often in the details where the deepest impact is made. "Are you tired? Let's rest for a bit," Lysander suggested, noticing the glistening in Thalassa's eyes and mistaking it for sadness. He wrapped her in his embrace, comforting her with a gentle voice.

That morning, he had woken her up early for a visit to the Harper cemetery for a memorial service. Up until now, she hadn't rested, and Lysander thought she was just tired. Nestled in Lysander's broad, warm embrace, Thalassa smiled, closed her eyes, and drifted to sleep. With him by her side, her heart felt warm.

David, driving in front, caught glimpses of Lysander and Thalassa's tender moments in the rearview mirror, finding it impossible to look away. Man, their sweetness was more intoxicating than honey. Originally there to drive, David found himself unintentionally indulging in their displays of affection. But this was one serving of "dog food" he happily consumed.

witnessed the trials and tribulations of their love story, David felt more joy for their union than even

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