The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet



David said, "It's my duty."

"Well, David's got his hands full, so we'll head out," Joshua nodded towards David, holding the little boy's hand while opening the car door for Rosalind, motioning her to hurry up.

To avoid any awkwardness from Rosalind possibly complaining about Thalassa again.

Without another word, Rosalind climbed into the car, following Joshua's lead. If David hadn't been there, she probably wouldn't have let it go so easily, continuing to badmouth Thalassa.

But now, with David present, it seemed like talking behind someone's back would paint her as a gossip.

Not a good look.

She didn't realize the weight her words carried about deserving love.

David stood still, watching as the Whitman family's cars drove off one by one, returning the scene to silence. Only then did he look towards the graveyard again.

Lysander and Thalassa hadn't arrived yet, so he had no choice but to wait.

At Harper's grave, Lysander and Thalassa embraced for a long time, calming their stirred emotions before letting go.

Lysander, holding Thalassa's face, wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumb, his voice as warm and gentle as a spring breeze.

"Don't cry, this is supposed to be a happy occasion, isn't it?" Lysander said softly.

"Can't I cry tears of joy?" Thalassa blinked back her tears, smiling.

Then, she turned back to the tombstone. Harper's photo was bright and sunny, her smile radiant.

It was clear that the Whitman family had chosen this photo carefully, capturing Harper in her prime.

Harper remained forever young, captured in her most beautiful moments.

Seeing Harper's radiant smile made Thalassa incredibly sad.

Such a beautiful, wonderful woman, gone too soon.

"Harper, no, sister, I believe in Lysander and I believe you would bless us too." She trusted Lysander's words he and Harper were not lovers but confidantes, practically siblings.

Lysander had chosen to explain at Harper's grave, speaking heartfelt truths.

After all the doubts and hurts, finally resolving misunderstandings to fully commit to one another, only trust could carry them forward.

Having weathered adversity together made their relationship all the more precious.

"She would, let's go." Lysander, holding Thalassa's hand, led her away.

That day, when Rosalind had

specifically mentioned her visit to Harper's grave and encountering

Thalassa visiting Leopold's,

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Lysander knew Rosalind must have shared his and Harper's history with Thalassa.

And surely, she had only shared from her perspective.

Likely stirring Thalassa's emotions.

That explained why Thalassa seemed so down that afternoon, her mood dipping even after agreeing to get their marriage license. Clearly, she was hurt.

He hadn't immediately clarified his

relationship with Harper to Thalassa. Verbal assurances, even if Thalassa chose to believe him, wouldn't erase the images of his past closeness with Harper from her mind

Only in front of Harper's grave, openly and firmly, could he tell Thalassa that there was no romantic involvement between him and Harper. Instead, they were close, akin to siblings.