The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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Lysander hadn't made it hyet by the tThalassa got back at half-past four in the afternoon. She lounged on the couch, aimlessly flipping through channels on the TV until around six when Lysander finally walked in.

Dressed in a bespoke black suit that screamed sophistication, he strode in with an air of nobility, his tie knotted to perfection. To Thalassa, he seemed every bit the epitof a high-flying executive. For a brief moment, as she watched him enter, Thalassa found herself momentarily dazed.

"What's on your mind?" Lysander's voice, rich and velvety, broke the silence.

Snapped back to reality, Thalassa quickly stood up and went over to help him out of his suit jacket, following him around and striking up a conversation. "What kept you at work so late today?" "The firm's just getting off the ground, and we've got a couple of big projects to tackle. By the way," Lysander's gaze, sharp and probing, fixed on Thalassa, "if you've got any good designs, you should sell them to us. We're in dire need of sfresh jewelry designs." Lysander had founded his company with Thalassa in mind, having groomed her into a well-known jewelry designer domestically.

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No designer had ever achieved such fso soon after graduation, with their creations in high demand. Only Thalassa.

And only Lysander had the means to make Thalassa's first creation a nationwide sensation.

"Ah, I've been a bit lazy lately, haven't really spent much ton designing," Thalassa apologized, her eyes downcast.

After hanging Lysander's jacket, her hand brushed the household register in her pocket, her gaze lowered to hide the heaviness in her heart.

"It's alright, wasn't rushing you, just letting you know to keepposted if you cup with anything," Lysander said, mistaking her dejection as disappointment in herself.

Thalassa bit her lip, took a deep breath, and mustered up her courage. Turning to face Lysander, who had since taken a seat on the couch, she blurted out, "I went back to Hollowbrook today to get our household register. Tomorrow's a workday, and the city hall will be open. Can you spare a couple of hours to go get the marriage certificate?" During the hours waiting for Lysander, Thalassa had pondered deeply, not that she wasn't bothered by Rosalind's words earlier.

But having been through so much, she had learned to cherish what mattered most.

Now in her thirties, she was no longer the impulsive, naive twenty-year-old.

She had grown capable of understanding her own heart and what she truly desired.

Their love, having survived trials and tribulations, was worth more than dwelling on the past.

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As she had said to Rosalind, everyone has a history.

Lysander's eyes lit up with a surprising joy, his gaze softening though his voice remained calm, "Hmm."

Thalassa felt a pang of disappointment at his lacklustem response. Wasn't he as thrilled as she was about making their union official? "If you're too busy, we don't have to go," she said, her discomfort quickly turning into irritation.

With that, she turned and headed

upstairs, leaving Lysander bewildered, wondering how theim conversation had taken such a sudden downturn. Like RICH WOMEN? These women desperately want a mature men! JOIN NOW *Waming* these rich women will persue you.

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