The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

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"You are anything but boring. If you were, would so many women be practically tripping over themselves to marry you?" Thalassa pouted, visibly upset.

Lysander glanced at her with his deep-set eyes, pulling her slender body closer into his embrace while his other hand affectionately ruffled her hair. "Oh? Someone's jealous?"

Thalassa attempted to dodge his hand, still sulking. "Jealous? Who's jealous?"

She wouldn't admit it.

"Why do I sense a whiff of sour grapes?" Lysander teased her with his rich, indulgent voice.

Thalassa, a bit miffed, lightly punched Lysander's chest. "But I'm speaking the truth! If I hadn't shown up at that wedding, you'd be married to Rosalind by now, and I'd be out of the picture."

"Still hung up on Rosalind, huh?" Lysander's voice was silky smooth as he caught her hand and kissed it again, his lips warm and soothing. Thalassa wasn't truly mad at Lysander. His hugs, kisses, and comforting words quickly turned her insides to mush.

She looked up at Lysander, letting him hold her hand, and murmured with a slight pout, "Shouldn't I be bothered?"

She didn't realize how much she resembled a petulant child in front of Lysander at that moment.

Over the years, she had been strong and independent, always calm and collected. Once someone gets used to being independent, they often forget how to be affectionate.

But with Lysander, she naturally found herself being coquettish.

And Lysander, he was utterly devoted to her. No matter how fierce and cold he might appear to the outside world, in front of Thalassa, he was as warm as the sun, melting all the cold inside her.

"Of course, you can be bothered. The more you are, the happier I get," Lysander said with a rare smile.

"You're happy about this?" Thalassa frowned.

"It means you care about me," Lysander explained.

Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, her pulse racing with emotion.

So Lysander cared about whether she cared for him too.

Knowing she cared made him happy.

In that moment, all the bitterness and frustration inside Thalassa vanished.

Why worry about the past?

As long as Lysander cared about her now, that was all that mattered.

Who didn't have a first love in their youth? She herself had a deeply etched romance with Leopold.

And now, Lysander wasn't dwelling on it either.

So why should she?

With her heart unburdened,

chest, nuzzling closer to him. affectionately.

Thalassa leaned into

to

Her action, much like a kitten snuggling into his arms, was both warm and sweet.

Lysander couldn't help but pull her

closer, his voice soft as honey, "Let's

go haves

dinner, eat early and get

some rest, we've got an early start tomorrow."

"Sounds good, I'm starving,"

Thalassa said as she stepped

Lysander's embrace, her smile of

returning.

She tactfully avoided any mention of Harper.

After all, some things are better left unsaid, lest they truly can't be undone.