The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

He’s only keeping her around to scratch his own itch until he got tired of her.

She once mistook his promises for a marriage proposal and almost spilled the beans about having his

four kids.

But when reality hit her, she dared not make assumptions anymore.

All she wanted was for him to leave her alone, not to mess with her peaceful life.

As if they never knew each other, with no strings attached, and never crossed paths again in this

lifetime.

Only this way could she feel secure while raising the four kids..

Lysander’s eyes turned icy, his voice low and tinged with anger, “I mean, you can’t go home just yet.

Are you eager to leave me and chase your own love?”

His words were as cold as ice, clearly pissed off.

She was always thinking about being with Leopold!

Even using Charlotte as a human shield to get away from him!

Thalassa realized her mistake, and her breath hitched. Although she kept the smile on her face, she

was on the verge of tears.

“Mr. Sinclair, uh, I mean, Lysander, I don’t have a love life. If I did, my mom wouldn’t keep pushing me

to get hitched, don’t get me wrong.”

Lysander didn’t want to argue anymore, “Get up.”

He turned and left the room.

Thalassa clung to her bathrobe, feeling lost.

This wasn’t her home. She only came out in her pajamas last night, which were now all wet because

Lysander had forcefully pushed her under the shower.

She had no clothes to wear. How was she supposed to get up?

Just when she was in despair, there was a knock on the door. A maid walked in with a paper bag, came

up to her, and respectfully said, ‘Ms. Everhart, here are your clothes. Mr. Lysander asked you to

change and join him for breakfast after you freshen up.”

Thalassa nodded politely, “Okay, thank you.”

The bag contained a dress, a pink floral long-sleeved dress, suitable for this season. Even the

matching underwear was included.

Lysander really took care of his women.

Did he also treat Faye this considerately when they were together?

And then coldly dumped her when he got bored.

What a heartless jerk.

She didn’t know when he would get bored with her.

She really wanted to run away, but Lysander said if she dared to, he would make her life a living hell.

He even crushed her thoughts of running away, damn him!

Thalassa cursed in her heart while changing into the dress, then went downstairs after freshening up.

Lysander was sitting at the dining table, eating steak, looking elegant and noble, with the servants

standing at the side, serving him carefully. Fitch saw her coming down, approached her, and

respectfully said, “Ms. Everhart, this way, please.”

Thalassa smiled, “Thank you.”

Fitch led her to the seat opposite Lysander, and he clapped lightly.

The chef came out of the kitchen with a tray, placed it in front of Thalassa, and lifted the lid. The aroma

of the prime steak immediately filled the air.

The chef sprinkled some black pepper on the steak. The sizzling sound it made, mixed with the smell of

the meat and the seasoning, was mouthwatering.

Thalassa swallowed hard.

Wow, this was delicious.

She had lived for so many years but had never smelled steak this good.

“Ms. Everhart, please enjoy.” Fitch said politely.

“Okay.” Thalassa replied politely, then picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece of steak, and put it in

her mouth.

The steak was so delicious that it delighted her taste buds. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Lysander, you said earlier that I can’t go home. What do you mean?” Thalassa asked while eating the

steak.

“Today, your time is mine,” Lysander said.