The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Her cell phone rang all the time.

She took a deep breath and then answered the phone helplessly. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m here to return your bag.” On the other end of the phone, Leopold’s voice was calm.

Yesterday, when Leopold sent her home, she left her handbag in his car.

Unexpectedly, he came to return the bag in person today.

Thalassa didn’t want to have any more contact with him, for fear that he might think she was giving him

a chance.

In fact, there was no possibility for the two of them, and she didn’t want him to misunderstand.

“I don’t want it. Just throw it away.” When Thalassa was finished, he would hang up.

“I’m right downstairs. If you don’t come down, I’ll go up.” Over there, Leopold’s words rang in time.

Thalassa was a little flustered and said, “Don’t come up. I’ll just go down.”. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

She still had four little babies at home. If he came up, won’t he see him?

She would never let him come up here.

Thalassa was helpless. Why did they all know her home address?

Lysander knew it. He must have checked her employment information.

But how did Leopold know?

When she joined Leossa Tech, she didn’t provide her real address to avoid being approached.

Leopold not only knew the neighborhood where she lived, but also knew which room she lived in.

Isabella must have told him!

If he was still in contact with Isabella, why did he come to see her?

Thalassa went downstairs with confusion and anger.

Because she took the stairs, she was a little anxious. When she came to Leopold, she was panting

badly and her cheeks were rosy.

Leopold stood in front of the silver Porsche, holding the bag in one hand and supporting the body in the

other. Seeing her panting, he reached out to touch her head, just like before.

Thalassa reacted quickly. She tilted her head, dodged his hand and said angrily, “Don’t touch me. Give

me my bag back, and you can go.”

She grabbed the bag in his hand and said coldly.

Leopold’s hand stopped in mid-air, shook it feebly, and his eyes were a little lost. Seeing that she was

only wearing thin pajamas, he took off his coat and said, “It’s very cold at night, don’t catch a cold.”

As he spoke, he put his coat on Thalassa.

Thalassa resisted and didn’t want it, but Leopold insisted on putting on her coat. “Put it on, I told you to

come down. If you catch a cold, it’s my responsibility.”

Thalassa stopped struggling.

Seeing that she seemed to accept it, Leopold didn’t stay any longer and drove away.

Thalassa looked at the car he left and muttered angrily, “I told you not to come to me again. Even if I

am sick, it has nothing to do with you.”

Thalassa thought of the hand he just extended. She thought of five years ago, when she was in love

with Leopold, he called her Thalassa again and again, just as she was intimate with her children.

The memories of the past were so beautiful that her eyes were moist.

But the past was only the past after all, and the past was like the wind, invisible and intangible.

She looked up and tried to stop the tears from dripping, only to see flashing street lamps and moths

flying around, constantly rushing to the light and warmth.

Moths understood that they should move in the direction of light.

Why should people look back on the past and let themselves fall into darkness?

Just as she was thinking this way, suddenly a bright light in the distance came and stung her eyes.

She blocked the light with her hand and looked at the source of the strong light. A black Rolls Royce

broke through the night, vigorous and elegant, but cold and sharp.

Under the neon lights of the city, the car exuded a terrible luxury luster.

Thalassa was familiar with this car.

Her heart subconsciously sank.