The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1216
Callum chuckled, a warm and approachable aura around him as he casually lifted his hand and ruffled Thalassa’s hair gently. His
voice was soft and soothing, “Silly girl, no need to apologize. It’s not your fault, and I’ve never blamed you. I only blame myself
for not being sharp enough to evade Lysander’s quick pursuit.”
Thalassa blinked in surprise. Callum had just tousled her hair!
By the time she gathered her thoughts, his hand had already retreated, his face donning its usual smile as he continued to speak
to her.
There was no hint of awkwardness or tension from the gesture, and it felt so natural that Thalassa questioned if she was reading
too much into it.
This was just Callum being Callum, showing the same gentle affection not only to her but to everyone by playfully ruffling their
hair.
Seeing his easygoing demeanor, Thalassa blinked away the shock in her eyes, trying to regain her composure.
It was funny, he was the one who had touched her head, yet she was the one feeling
embarrassed.
“No, you’ve done more than enough, and I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for us. Lysander is just too powerful. Even if he
hadn’t found us that day, he was bound to catch up to us eventually,” Thalassa reassured Callum, urging him not to be too hard
on himself. It wasn’t his oversight. Lysander’s influence was just too vast for the average people to
contend with.

Thalassa was focused on her conversation with Callum, unaware that Ethan, who had just stepped out of the Crawley Group’s
office, had spotted her getting into the car. He whipped out his phone and snapped a quick photo of them.
Callum caught a glimpse of the man standing at the Crawley Group’s entrance from the corner of his eye. A fleeting sparkle
passed through his warm eyes, but it was gone in an
instant.
“Let’s not talk about this now. Let’s go grab some lunch,” Callum shifted the topic, instructing the driver, “Head over to Fortune
Restaurant, please.”
The car started and drove away.
Back at the Crawley Group entrance, Ethan leaned lazily against the door frame, too impatient to head to his own car and sent
the photo to Lysander right there and then.
Ethan loved a good piece of gossip, especially when it involved Lysander.
Any chance to get the scoop on Lysander was too good for him to wait even a second.
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After sending the photo, Ethan messaged, [Lysander, you might want to dial up the charm, buddy. Ever heard of the ‘hair ruffle’
move? Works like a charm on ladies. Why not give it a try?]
With a smirk, he stared at his phone, waiting for Lysander’s response.
Minutes ticked by without a peep from the screen. As he watched, Ethan felt a chill seep through the display, half-convinced his
phone would crack from the cold if he kept up this mockery of Lysander.
Shaking off the eerie sensation, Ethan chuckled to himself.
He knew it wasn’t his phone icing over. It was the icy rage emanating from Lysander on
the other end.
Even without seeing Lysander in person, Ethan could picture his handsome face darkened, brooding like a stormy sky on the
brink of unleashing its fury.
He was playing with fire, tempting the tiger’s wrath.
Despite his trepidation over Lysander’s formidable presence, Ethan couldn’t suppress his amusement. After all, chances to tease
Lysander didn’t come around often.
Meanwhile, in the Sinclair Group’s presidential office.
Lysander held his phone, staring at the photo on the screen.

It showed Thalassa and Callum seated in the same car. Although only Thalassa’s back was visible, Lysander knew it was her
instantly.
Callum faced the car window, his expression brimming with tenderness as he stroked
Thalassa’s hair.
And Thalassa didn’t pull away!
This image stung Lysander’s eyes, the air around him dropping in pressure, threatening to
turn to ice.
His grip on the phone tightened, veins standing out on the back of his hand, his jaw clenching so hard that the muscles twitched
ominously.