The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Lysander snatched the phone from Thalassa’s hand and started typing a string of numbers on the

screen.

After he finished, he handed the phone back to her.

Thalassa watched as he handled the phone. His fingers were long and attractive, with clearly defined

knuckles. Although she wasn’t particularly drawn to men’s hands, the sight of his fingers made her

heart beat faster.

She now understood the fascination some people had with good-looking hands. A pair of beautiful

hands indeed could make her heart flutter.

Thalassa’s heartbeat faltered for a moment, and she quickly took the phone from his hands.

The screen displayed his phone number.

Thalassa tapped “save” and then started typing a name for the contact..

Lysander watched her. When he saw her type “Mr. Sinclair” as the contact name, he looked distinctly

displeased.

Just as she finished, she felt a chilling gaze on her. She looked up to meet Lysander’s deep eyes,

which were like a black hole, seemingly ready to swallow her up. She couldn’t help feeling a little

panicked.

She couldn’t understand why, so she quietly asked, “Mr. Sinclair, is something wrong?”

Lysander’s gaze was icy. He stared at her face, emitting a stifling tension.

Thalassa found it hard to breathe. She had no idea what she had done wrong.

“Why is Leopold saved by his first name, but me as Mr. Sinclair? Thalassa, are you still confused about

whose woman you are?” Lysander’s voice was threatening as he stepped closer to her.

His steps were leisurely but intimidating. Each step closer made her more and more frightened. “I’m

sorry, Mr. Sinclair, my bad.””

After she said this, Lysander’s eyes instantly grew colder.

Noticing his change, she quickly said, “Lysander, I’m sorry, I’ll change it right away.”

As she spoke, she held the phone, nervously changing the contact name. His masculine hormones

were palpable, threatening to engulf her at any misstep.

Thalassa was in a panic, her fingers trembling as she typed.

Luckily, Lysander was not a difficult name to type. She quickly finished, held up the phone to show him

the screen, and said, almost in a tone of seeking approval, “Look, I’ve changed it.”

Lysander glanced at the screen, which now displayed his name. Then he looked at Thalassa, her face

flushed from nervousness and her clear eyes full of fear, clearly startled.

He straightened up and said coldly, “Be careful in the future. Don’t let me have to remind you again

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Thalassa nodded repeatedly, “I know, I understand.”

She had to pacify him first.

She couldn’t argue with him, or she might be punished in his own way.

She answered quickly, and Lysander seemed satisfied. He gave her a deep look and then left the

room.

The moment the door closed, Thalassa finally exhaled. She was safe for now.

That night, she didn’t dare to sleep on the bed and curled up on the sofa instead.

At first, she stayed alert, but eventually, due to exhaustion, she fell asleep.

Suddenly, a ringing phone jolted Thalassa awake.

She opened her eyes to find that it was already daylight. She picked up the phone, slid the answer

button, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and lazily said, “Hello?”

“You little brat, you didn’t come back all night. What were you doing, working all night?” Evelyn’s loud

reprimand came through from the other end.

Thalassa immediately woke up and replied somewhat guiltily, “Yes, yes.”