The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Thalassa was wrapped up in blankets, stewing in her own frustration. The words Rosalind had said, coupled with the memory of Lysander mentioning how much she resembled Harper three years ago, clogged her heart with irritation. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.

So caught up in her own thoughts, she didn't hear the knocking at first. Lysander stood at the door, knocking a few times without any response, not waiting for Thalassa to let him in. He turned the knob and entered the room, his eyes scanning for her. Not seeing her immediately, he felt a wave of worry. His gaze finally settled on a bulky shape under the covers on the bed. Spotting the legs sticking out, his worry eased.

He walked over, standing by the bed with a low, maic voice, "Still upset?"

His voice breaking the silence startled Thalassa, who quickly threw the blankets off and turned to face the tall figure standing before her bed. His presence was noble, exuding a natural authority. Recognizing Lysander, her initial shock eased. Seeing him brought an involuntary smile to her face, but then the troubling thoughts returned, and her joy was quickly replaced by gloom. She sulkily lowered her gaze, murmuring, "Who would dare to stay mad at you?"

Turning away, she lay back down in a show of disinterest. No sooner had she settled than she felt his broad chest cover her, his warm breath tickling her cheek.

"I was wrong earlier. Hearing about

us getting the license, I was actually thrilled, but came off too

indifferent, disappointing you,"

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Lysander quickly realized his mistake. Alaric had only needed to say that women hate feeling neglected, especially by someone they care about, to make them even angrier.

Reflecting on his behavior, Lysander concluded he had been too nonchalant after Thalassa

suggested getting their license, making her upset. Despite hisText © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

excitement, years in the bus,

world had trained him to keep his emotions hidden, a habit that proved detrimental in his personal life, leading to misunderstandings with Thalassa. Realizing his error, Lysander promptly apologized.

His voice, deep and soothing, made Thalassa shrink back a little, but also eased her frustration slightly. She was easily softened, especially by Lysander, whom she deeply cared about. His few words were enough to pacify her.

"Are you really happy, or just saying it?" Thalassa asked, looking up at him with big, expectant eyes, still in his embrace. Their closeness allowed them to see every detail on each other's faces. She scrutinized his eyes, not wanting to miss any subtle emotion.

"Of course, I'm genuinely happy.

When you mentioned getting the license, my heart warmed instantly, and I almost laughed out loud with ̧ joy. I guess I'm just not very good at showing how I feel," Lysander admitted, gently kissing her hand. His words reflected his true feelings at the moment, but his cool

demeanor and lack of

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expressiveness had misled Thalassa into thinking he didn't care. It

seemed he had some habits to work on changing.