The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1224
Lysander’s gaze was as chilling as a winter storm, sending an involuntary shiver down Thalassa’s spine as she inched
backward, her eyes wide with fear.
She had merely spoken the truth, unable to fathom what had suddenly ignited Lysander’s wrath.
His eyes were as dark and unfathomable as the ocean depths, sharp as a rapier’s edge, bore into her without a word, yet their
piercing intensity spoke volumes more than any speech could.
An oppressive aura enveloped Thalassa, her heart pounding faster with each passing second.
Cornered against the car door, she felt trapped with no more room to retreat.
Lysander’s arm shot forward, and Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat. Instinctively bracing to evade, she was caught off guard as
his large hand clasped her wrist, pulling her firmly back into her seat.
“What’s there to fear?” His voice filled the confined space of the car.
Thalassa’s shoulders tensed, her eyes darting to his hand gripping her wrist. His fingers were long and well-defined, his skin pale
and cool to the touch-just like him, aloof and silent.
She had intended to wriggle free, but the memory of Lysander effortlessly snapping Callum’s wrist halted her movements. A chill
crept up her spine, spreading a wave of dread throughout her body.
Thalassa, frightened and on edge, managed a timid, “Nothing... nothing at all.”

Did he not realize what she feared?
With just one sentence from her, the atmosphere around him had turned icy, the kind of cold that could freeze a person solid.
It was intimidating and bone-chilling.
Lysander released her wrist and averted his gaze. He resumed his rigid posture, focusing on the road ahead as if nothing had
transpired
Thalassa cautiously shifted, settling into her seat, wary of making any sudden movements that might provoke him again.
He was an enigma, unpredictable and inscrutable.
The mood in the car, already heavy from Lysander’s sudden ire, grew even more oppressive.
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Though Lysander had returned to his original posture, the coldness emanating from him had not dissipated, making the already
cramped space feel even more suffocating.
Thalassa remained silent, her heart still racing.
The tension lasted until the car pulled up to the Royal Estates.
The driver’s voice broke the silence, “Mr. Sinclair, Ms. Everhart, we’ve arrived.”

Thalassa didn’t rush to open the door, fearful of upsetting Lysander again. She cautiously glanced at him, waiting for him to exit
first.
Lysander’s piercing look sent a jolt of panic through her, just as it had before.
He held back whatever storm brewed within, merely glancing at Thalassa before stepping
out of the car.
She followed suit. Lysander was striding ahead with long, confident steps and Thalassa
scurried behind.
Inside the house, the children sat on a foam play mat, piecing together building blocks. Their small forms huddled like a cluster of
penguins, chubby and endearing, stirring a warm feeling in anyone who saw them.
“Daddy, Mommy, you’re back! Look what we built-a house! Now the big bad wolf can’t get us,” Elowen said, her round face
beaming as she pointed at the block structure.
To avoid further awkwardness, Thalassa quickly joined the children on the play mat, smiling softly. “Wow, the house you’ve built
is both strong and beautiful.”
“Yes, it’s very sturdy. Daddy, Mommy, me, and my brothers and sisters can all live in it,” Elowen said with a nod, her voice sweet
and mature.
Under normal circumstances, Lysander would’ve been delighted by Elowen’s words. If not joining in the play, he would’ve at least
offered a warm look. But today was different, as the shadow of his mood lingered.