The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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Chapter 590

Outside the villa, Leopold watched as the black Rolls Royce drove away, the gentleness on his face abruptly replaced by a somber expression. He pulled his arm away from Debby’s grip.

His gaze

followed the retreating car, and a pang of pain flashed in his eyes. His hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist.

“Léopold, what’s wrong? Let’s go inside,” Debby asked, feeling a bit lost. Moments ago, Leopold was as sweet as honey. What had changed so suddenly? She was genuinely worried about Leopold’s health, but to her surprise, he took her straight home.

It made Debby ecstatic.

Leopold had actually brought her home, and she knew exactly what that meant.

“It’s getting late. I’ll have the driver take you home,” Leopold said, his face devoid of any emotion. He then briskly walked towards the villa.

As Debby tried to catch up, the driver was already there. “Ms. Debby, please get in the car. I’ll take you home.”

The driver blocked her way, making it impossible for her to reach Leopold.

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Debby frowned slightly, shot the driver an annoyed glare, then reluctantly got into the car.

Leopold was unpredictable, and she had no idea what he was thinking. But she was determined not to give up. She had missed out on Leopold once before, and since she had gotten another chance, she was determined to become Leopold’s wife.

The Rolls Royce stopped at the Royal Estates.

Lysander buttoned up his shirt, stood up, and shot Thalassa a penetrating gaze.

Her head was resting on the seat, her hair a mess, and her eyes filled with tears!

She looked both desirable and pitiful.

Lysander wrapped his jacket around her, then lifted her into his arms.

His masculine scent overwhelmed her, filling her with a mixture of fear and wariness.

“Let me down. I can walk myself!” she protested. Her eyes were filled with defiance.

Her voice was soft and weak, making it sound more like a whimper than a protest.

Her outstretched hand had no power against Lysander. It was soft, almost inviting.

“Can you walk?” Lysander asked, his voice low and magnetic.

Thalassa was taken aback, her anger and resentment flaring up as she glared at him.

It was his fault she couldn’t walk.

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He was a brute, a beast!

Seeing her reproachful eyes, blaming him for her current state, Lysander found a strange sense of satisfaction.

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He carried Thalassa towards the house.

“Lysander, Ms. Everhart, you’re back,” Fitch greeted them, along with the rest of the staff.

Thalassa’s face turned red, and she quickly buried her face in Lysander’s chest, too embarrassed to be seen.

But she was only fooling herself.

Everyone knew it was her.

Her face nuzzled into his chest like a kitten, tickling him and making his heart flutter.

Lysander’s eyes grew a shade dimmer.

He swallowed hard.

He carried her upstairs and gently laid her on the master bed. Seeing her weak and powerless, he suppressed his emotions, took something out of his pocket, and placed it on the bedside table. “Why didn’t you tell me before you sent this?”

Thalassa glanced at the card on the bedside table. It was the bank card she had sent him.

“Why should I? You don’t need the money!” she said, her voice filled with resentment.

Lysander’s eyebrows furrowed, his gaze fixed on her pale, pitiful face. He took a deep breath, “Don’t assume things next time!”

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