The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1364
Thalassa fought to contain the fear and pain welling up inside her, convincing
herself that Lysander had merely fallen asleep.
She called out to him, certain he would awaken.
But no matter how loudly she called his name, there was no response.
Her hands, wrapped around his back, felt a warm, sticky liquid. Even without
looking, she knew it was Lysander’s blood.
Before he had collapsed, his mouth had been oozing fresh blood.
Her cheek brushed against his, still warm to the touch, his skin firm and
masculine as
ever.
Trembling, Thalassa cradled Lysander's face in her hands, gently lifting his head
to face her. Through her tear-blurred vision, she saw blood flow from a gash on
his head, cascading across his thick brow, past his handsome eyes, and even
trickling down his nose to his lips.
The scene was a dagger to Thalassa’s heart, the pain so intense it threatened to
suffocate her. Yet, a sliver of hope lingered Lysander was just injured, merely
unconscious, and he
would recover.
Her breath caught in her throat, and with shaking hands, she reached out to feel
his
breath.
The robust, deep breaths of the past were now so faint they were almost
imperceptible.
Realization struck; her hand froze mid-air, her pupils dilated, and her body
became rigid as tears momentarily forgot to fall.
Then, an agonizing pain spread from her core, threatening to tear her a
“No! Lysander, don't die! Please don’t!”
A heart-wrenching cry tore from Thalassa’s depths, a cry of unbearable p
Clutching Lysander's lifeless body, she struggled to sit up, cradling his limp arms,
sobbing uncontrollably, her voice choked with tears. “Lysander, I'll tak hospital.
Please stay with me, don’t you dare sleep...”
Her entire body shook as she attempted to reach for her cell phone to call for a
ambulance, but the fear of leaving Lysander alone, even for a moment, paralyze
She couldn't bear to let him go, her heart aching as if cleaved by a knife, making
it even breathe.
Dazed and trembling, she looked around for her phone, but her mind was blank
on
1/2
whereabouts.
She wanted to set Lysander down to search for the phone, but the fear that it
might be a final act of separation was overwhelming.
Crying in despair, her voice weak, she pleaded, “Lysander, please wake up. If
you just wake
up,
I'll forgive everything. I won't drive you away again... Please, wake up...”
When the villagers heard the explosion, their first instinct was to flee.
They rushed out of their homes, and when the chaos subsided, they gathered
around Thalassa’s house to see what had happened.
To their shock, they found Thalassa clutching a man, her cries heart-wrenching,
while Astrid was buried under the rubble, her whereabouts unknown.
The villagers whispered among themselves, pointing and speculating.
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“Thalassa, don't panic. I'll call for help. Just stay calm,” an elderly neighbor
reassured her while dialing emergency services.
“Thank... thank you...” Thalassa’s voice shook.
As she spoke, Lysander’s body slumped backward, his unconscious form offering
no
resistance.
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In the sky, Susan maneuvered the helicopter with a distant detachment, dropping
on Thalassa’s villa. She watched as Thalassa’s home crumbled, no one
emerging the wreckage.
The sky was a haze of dust and debris, obscuring her view of the aftermath. But
sh certain no one inside could have survived.
She had never flown a helicopter before, having spent just half an hour learning.
It se her crash course had paid off,