The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1219
His expression was earnest, a look of concern etching his features. Beneath the warmth of his eyes, a pool of shared sorrow
mirrored her own.
It dawned on her that Callum wasn’t the type of guy to mock others’ misery. The passing of Leopold had hit him hard, too.
Thalassa dabbed away the tears forming at the corners of her eyes, took a deep breath to calm her emotions. Once she felt a bit
more collected, she met Callum’s gaze. “The situation with Debby isn’t something I can dictate,” she said. “It’s not just about me.
Lysander’s leg also got burned, and he’s out for justice.”
She steered the conversation back on track. Callum had recounted Debby’s love for Leopold and Leopold’s struggles abroad,
trying to persuade her to empathize with Debby,
to let her off the hook.
Unfortunately, the decision wasn’t hers to make.
Callum’s grip on his mug tightened, his brows knitting together as he wrestled with his thoughts internally, Finally, he spoke up,
“Could you talk to Lysander? You’re the only one who can get through to him.”
Just as he finished his plea, the waitress arrived with their order.
The dish was too hot to handle, and when the waitress set it down, she lost her grip. The broth splashed out, quickly soaking
Thalassa’s lap.
“Ah!” Thalassa jumped up reflexively, frantically brushing the scalding liquid from her thighs.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry, miss, it was an accident, I truly apologize...” The waitress was on the verge of tears, apologizing profusely.
“Thalassa!” Callum was also seized with concern. Instinctively, he stood up, forgetting his injured leg until a sharp pain reminded
him, and he collapsed back into his chair.
But without missing a beat, he grabbed his cane and hobbled over to Thalassa as quickly as he could, bending down to inspect
her thigh.
She was wearing a knee-length pencil skirt, and the dark fabric was visibly soaked in a large patch, standing out against the rest.
The broth from the freshly served dish was scalding.
Worried about Thalassa’s injury and caught up in the moment, Callum didn’t think twice about propriety and reached to lift her
skirt to check for burns.
As he flipped the hem of her black skirt, Thalassa’s fair and delicate thigh was exposed, the tender skin slightly reddened like a
blooming rose.
Chapter 1219
At the sight, Callum’s heart skipped a beat, sending ripples through his chest.
Thalassa had been preoccupied with concern for Callum’s leg, fearing his injury might worsen, and hadn’t noticed his
movements.
By the time she realized what was happening, Callum had already lifted her skirt, his gaze intense and focused on her leg.
Her heart tightened, and she hastily stepped back, but before she could react further, a cold, piercing voice cut through the air.

“What the hell is going on here?”
With the voice approaching, the air in the room grew tense, the atmosphere turning
turbulent.
The voice was too familiar, causing Thalassa’s heart to flutter in panic as she turned towards its source.
A tall, dark figure approached. It radiated an icy, foreboding presence. It was Lysander, his handsome face thunderous like a
stormy night sky, terrifying in its intensity.
Thalassa’s eyes widened in shock. Before she could gather her wits, Lysander’s chilling figure was upon her, grabbing her wrist
and pulling her away. He then seized Callum’s hand and slammed it onto the table with ruthless force.
The strength in his grip was unyielding, and the veins on the back of his hand stood out as his chiseled face turned to ice.
“If your hand can’t behave, perhaps it’s time to render it useless!”