The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 936

Chapter 936

Thalassa pulled back quickly as Lysander’s eyebrows knitted together in a frown. She wiped her lips hastily, her

eyes wide with panic as they met his icy gaze. It felt as if his eyes could freeze her in place, so devoid of warmth

despite the fervent kiss they had just shared.

Her heart fluttered with fear as she tried to escape his iron grip around her waist, but it was as futile as trying to

break free from chains. His thumb brushed a speck of blood from his lip, piercing her with a cold stare. “All lovey-

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dovey at home, and now you’re shy in public?”

“Lysander, please stop.” Thalassa pleaded in distress.

“Mr. Sinclair, a kiss is just a kiss. As long as you and Ms. Everhart haven’t gone public, she’s fair game for any man

interested,” Callum chimed in with a smirk.

Lysander’s icy gaze turned to Callum, a slight, chilling smile playing at his lips. “Is that so? The last man who took an

interest needed his ‘eyes cleaned’ after peering too closely.”

Thalassa shuddered at the memory, fearing for Callum’s safety. She grabbed Lysander’s hand. “The kids must be

worried sick at home. Let’s get back to them.”

She tugged him towards the car, signaling the urgency to leave.

“Eager to return, I see. Fine, let’s go,” Lysander said, glancing at Thalassa before dragging her away.

Lysander’s grip on her wrist was painful, but she dared not resist. He ushered her into the car and took the driver’s

seat. The cold aura he exuded made Thalassa tense up, breathing carefully to avoid provoking him further.

As they drove along the road, Lysander’s stern profile and silent demeanor filled the car with a thick tension.

Thalassa kept still, barely breathing, feeling as though even a deep breath would be an error.

Lysander’s eyes were locked forward, indicating a reluctance to engage in conversation with Thalassa. Observing

his silence, Thalassa refrained from uttering a word.

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The heavy, subdued atmosphere lingered, tormenting her heart.

Outside the bar, Callum watched them leave, his smile fading into a hard glint in his eyes. As he turned to leave, he

noticed Susan standing by the door, her face a mix of rage and determination.

Susan quickly masked her anger with a polite smile as Callum approached. “Mr. Gordon, you haven’t left yet?”

She had just seen Lysander embracing and kissing Thalassa with such intensity, and it infuriated her. She had tried

so hard to please him, only to be dismissed. She thought he was just slow to warm up but seeing him with Thalassa

proved he was just not interested in her.

Why? What did she lack?