The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

He smirked and asked sarcastically, “What, got the presidential suite on your mind again?”

Thalassa choked on her coffee, spewing a mouthful all over the table.

Quickly, she grabbed a napkin and started wiping, “Sorry, didn’t mean to.”

The last time she mentioned a date, he was on the phone booking the presidential suite in a heartbeat.

Now, why were they back on that topic again?

He just mentioned the suite, and all those moments involuntarily flooded back into her mind.

The coffee was practically scared out of her mouth.

While Thalassa was frantically cleaning the table, Lysander, cool as a cucumber, picked up a napkin Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

and helped her.

Amidst the chaos, Thalassa’s hand accidentally brushed against his.

She felt a wave of unease. Every time she touched him, she felt a tingling sensation, like a mild electric

shock.

Almost instinctively, she quickly pulled her hand back.

Realizing her reaction was a bit too obvious, she glanced up at Lysander, only to find his deep gaze

fixed on her.

His eyes were full of longing.

Thalassa was already on edge, and his stare only made her more uneasy.

She quickly stood up, nervously saying, “I, uh, got to hit the ladies’ room.”

Without saying a word, Lysander watched Thalassa hastily leave.

The coffee shop bathroom was located in the mall.

She had to exit through the side door of the coffee shop, take a left, and go down a corridor.

Picking up the pace, Thalassa reached the bathroom, washed her hands in front of the mirror, rinsed

off the coffee stains, and cleaned the spots on her dress with

water.

Once she was clean, she cupped water in her hands and splashed her face.

She let the cold water shock her flushed face, trying to cool herself down.

After washing her face, she leaned on the sink, looking at her reflection, water droplets all over her

face, looking a little worse for wear.

Today, Lysander’s attitude towards her was a bit perplexing.

She thought she saw a glimmer of hope, a chance that they could really be together.

Suddenly, another figure appeared in the mirror, slowly approaching.

Behind her, the click-clack of high heels on the floor sent a chill down her spine.

As Thalassa watched the face in the mirror gradually getting closer, she grew wary, her brows

furrowing.

With her flawless makeup and trendy outfit, the woman in the mirror looked neat and stylish.

It was Faye.

Thalassa stood up, ready to leave.

But Faye blocked her path. Faye’s piercing eyes were fixed on Thalassa, a smirk playing at the corners

of her mouth, “Well, well, you not only took over my job but also my place by Lysander’s side!”

Thalassa smiled and cautiously said, “You’re here to use the restroom, right? Go ahead.”

She deliberately moved aside to make way.

But Faye didn’t pass. Instead, she turned around and continued facing Thalassa, “Thalassa, I’ve been

Lysander’s secretary for seven years. That means I held an important place in his heart for seven

years. And you? How long can you hold a place in his heart? You and I are no different. We’re just his

fleeting companions before marriage.”

Faye’s words echoed what Charlotte had said to her before.

This harsh reality was like a thorn, piercing her heart and instantly sobering her heated mind.

Her hand hanging by her side clenched into a fist. The smile on her face remained, but it was no longer

a polite gesture. Instead it carried a hint of self-protection.

“Faye, I hope you can take back my place. The sooner, the better. If you manage to do that, I’d be truly

grateful.”