The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet



After dinner, Joshua and Rosalind took their leave. David went to settle the bill, and the bodyguards dispersed. In the private room, only Thalassa and Lysander were left.

Thalassa didn't rush off; instead, she sat back down and extended her hand toward Lysander.

Lysander glanced at her outstretched hand, his voice low and resonant with a hint of curiosity, "Hmm?"

It was a tone of inquiry.

"Let me keep our marriage certificate," Thalassa said. "So no one can flaunt it in front of others again."

There was a hint of teasing in her last remark.

During the meal with Joshua, Thalassa had resisted asking Lysander why, having only gotten their marriage license that morning, Joshua and Rosalind already knew about their marriage by the afternoon. And why had Lysander even invited them over for a celebratory drink?

It must be because Lysander hadn't kept the marriage certificate at home and ended up showing it to Joshua and Rosalind.

Alaric and Hertha had waited a couple of days after getting their license to tell her, their best friend.

Yet Lysander, more impatient than Hertha, had informed Joshua on the very first day and even hosted a celebration!

This was something Thalassa hadn't anticipated at all.

Lysander's handsome face broke into a slight smile as he pulled out the marriage certificate from his suit pocket, placing it into Thalassa's palm. "Handing it over to the wife for safekeeping," he said.

His sudden use of "wife" made Thalassa's heart flutter.

The certificate was now in her hand, but she didn't immediately put it away. Instead, she gazed at Lysander, still immersed in the warmth of being called "wife."

The term had come so unexpectedly; she wasn't prepared.

It was a mix of surprise and blissful happiness.

So, being called "wife" by Lysander felt this dizzyingly exciting.

But it made sense for Lysander to call her "wife," as they were married now, officially husband and wife.

"Is the marriage certificate too heavy for you to hold?" Lysander teased, seeing her dazed expression.

Coming back to reality, Thalassa

realized she was still holding onto

the certificate and quickly secured it. "You've always called me Thalassa. Suddenly changing it, I thought you were calling someone else

"There's only one wife for me, and that's you. Who else could it be?" Lysander retorted.

His deep gaze made Thalassa's

cheeks flush red; she averted heret

eyes, unable to meet his, fearing her blushing and fluttering heart would be too apparent.

"Should I also start calling you something else?" Thalassa asked shyly, twiddling her fingers to ease the awkwardness.

Suddenly, Lysander caught her hand in his, holding it firmly.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

"If you're not used to it yet, you can keep calling me Lysander. Take your time until you're comfortable," he said, not rushing her to call him "husband."

Thalassa's hand, enveloped in his firm grip, was filled with a sense of security that spread throughout her body.

Easily moved, Thalassa's voice was thick with emotion as she acknowledged, "Mhm."

Lysander, sensing her touched response, gently brushed her nose with his finger, his eyes full of affection. "Silly, let's go watch a movie."

Taking her hand, he led her up.

The movie was Thalassa's choice-a romantic comedy, as she disliked action and horror films.

In the film's climax, the male and female leads overcome all obstacles to be together. At their wedding, the groom embraces the bride, kissing her passionately. Fireworks fall from the sky, showering them, enveloping the couple in a beautiful and

romantic scene.

That passionate kiss heated up the atmosphere in the cinema, especially among the couples watching.