The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1124
Callum lifted his gaze, Spotting a familiar figure approaching, his gentle smile swiftly retreated into an austere mask of
seriousness.
Thalassa felt the air shift and turned to see Lysander striding towards them with a thunderous expression. His aura was sharp as
an icy winter gale swept in, which chilled
to the bone.
Her heart instinctively clenched; her eyes were wide with wariness and panic.
“Are you trying to cripple his hand, too?” Lysander’s frosty voice cut through the distance before he even arrived.
Thalassa’s eyes flickered. She snapped back to the present and realized she was still holding onto Callum’s arm. Their close
proximity could easily be mistaken for a pair of long-lost lovers reunited.
She quickly withdrew her hand and turned again to face Lysander. He was already upon them, his domineering presence stifling
her breath.
As he closed in, he seized Thalassa’s wrist and yanked her towards him, away from
Callum.
Stumbling from his force, Thalassa brushed against his torso before hastily stepping back. Her face was painted with alarm,
“Lysander, it was an accident-I bumped into him and was just trying to help...”

She hurried to explain, desperate not to let any misunderstanding incriminate
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She had already been the cause of Callum’s broken leg; if his hand suffered bec her, she could never forgive herself.
Lysander’s unfathomable eyes swept over her flustered features. And he turned his gaze to Callum, “Mr. Gordon is also in this
golf course? What a coincidence.”
Callum managed a wry smile in response. He slightly curved his lips and responded, “A reporter wanted an interview and chose
this spot.”
“Mr. Gordon’s business had now involved receiving reporter’s interviews?” Lysander remarked, his casual tone belied by the
underlying pressure.
Callum faced Lysander squarely, “Turns out the reporter knew I was at the hotel in the foothills of the Crest Summit last time and
the incarcerated hotel owner requested to meet me. So the reporter wanted the scoop on my involvement with the case. The
environment is really quaint here so the reporter arranged the interview here.”
He was clear that his presence wasn’t planned to coincide with Thalassa’s.
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“Well, isn’t that a stroke of luck,” Lysander said sharply while ushering Thalassa across the
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threshold, leaving Callum at the door.
His imposing figure forced Callum to retreat with his crutches to clear the way.
As Thalassa was pulled past Callum, she glimpsed his faltering steps and worried so much for his stability. Only when he
steadied himself did she breathe a sigh of relief.
Her concern for Callum, however, did not go unnoticed by Lysander, whose aura grew colder still.
Inside the black Rolls-Royce, Lysander practically threw Thalassa onto the seat. His broad chest descended upon her, enclosing
her in a suffocating embrace; the air pressure in the car was plummeting and making it hard to breathe.
Panic-stricken, Thalassa looked up at Lysander as her mind was racing with memories of his past rages. Her whole heart
clenched in fear. She was not as resilient as before, no longer able to withstand his wrath without consequence.
There was the matter of her unborn child, the pregnancy just barely stable. If she bore the brunt of Lysander’s fury, she feared
the worst.
“Lysander, please, calm down!” she pleaded.
“And why couldn’t you have stayed calm earlier?” His gaze was abyssal, his presence terrifyingly intense.
“I’ve explained it to you. I only helped him because I accidentally bumped into him. It was truly an accident. I would have helped
anyone in that situation,” Thalassa pushed his searing chest.
Her hands were captured, held high above her head and pinned against the seat, leaving her vulnerable before him.