The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Lysander’s voice was low, hard, and a bit threatening.

His tall and buff body made its way towards Thalassa.

She was still half-sprawled on the couch, with his hard chest covering half of her.

His strong vibe, tinged with danger, slowly seeped into her skin.

Being this close made her super alert, nervous, and freaked out.

“Okay, okay, I’m calling now.” she said, keeping an eye on his expression while slowly taking phone.

Her heart was racing with fear.

What to do if the kids picked up the call?

Repeating what she had said earlier was impossible for her.

There were four kids on the phone earlier, and the conversation was heartwarming and adorable.

If she called now and Evelyn picked up, it’d be fine, but if the kids huddled around again, Lysander

would find out about them.

But if she didn’t call, given Lysander’s freaky mood, he might just call himself and dig around. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Then things would get even worse.

She considered all possibilities in just a few seconds.

Her hands didn’t dare stop trembling as she dialed Evelyn.

While she was on the phone, Lysander’s hands supported him on the couch, caging her between him

and the couch, his deep eyes coldly locked onto her.

Lysander’s masculine cologne mixed with his pheromones surrounded Thalassa.

Her heart pounded, her neck shrank as she braced for his advance, nervously clutching the phone.

Hearing the dial tone, her heart was on edge.

She kept telling herself, don’t pick up, please don’t pick up!

However, just as she prayed, the call connected, and Evelyn’s voice said, “What’s up?”

Thalassa’s breath hitched, her face pale. She hastily replied, “Nothing, I just missed you.”

Lysander’s icy gaze pinned her, “Turn on speaker!”

Thalassa’s heart was hammering.

She was wound up like a tight string, ready to snap.

If she turned on the speaker and the kids came to talk to her, Lysander would hear immediately.

But if she didn’t, Lysander would become more suspicious.

She could only hope the kids weren’t around Evelyn.

Thalassa obediently turned on the speaker.

Evelyn’s mocking and complaining voice resonated from the phone.

“What did you just say? Do you miss me? How come you didn’t come back all night if you miss me? If

you really love me, you’d get a boyfriend, marry a rich guy who treats you well, and don’t make me

worry about you daily!”

Evelyn’s words flew out non-stop.

Her words filled Thalassa with panic, embarrassment, and tension.

She quickly cut her off, “It’s okay, Mom, I’ll be home soon, don’t worry. You get back to what you were

doing, bye.”

She promptly ended the call after that.

She looked up at Lysander in fear.

His icy gaze and the cold atmosphere could almost freeze her in place.

Thalassa looked at him, fear in her heart. She forced a laugh, still leaning against the couch, keeping

as much distance as she could from him, “Haha, um, my mom is a bit hot-tempered, like your

grandparents, always nagging me to get married, I’m used to it.”

Lysander’s gaze was slightly cold. He stood up, towering over her, “Then I’m afraid I’ll have to

disappoint you.”

Thalassa was taken aback, instantly understanding his meaning.

She quickly replied, “Mr. Sinclair, I never intended to become your wife, nor will I interfere with your

mardage to Charlotte. If you’d like, I could disappear from your sight, completely disappear.”

She knew all along that the reason he kept her at his side so unreasonably was just because he had

tasted her five years ago, and he still hadn’t completely forgotten her..