The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 196
The man’s presence was serious and sharp. Even when he’s not mad, he’s got this air of authority.
His tall figure strode confidently towards Thalassa.
Thalassa turned around and saw Lysander approaching.
She quickly stood up, forgetting all about her injured finger.
Lysander arrived in front of her, caught her bleeding finger, saw the blood bead getting bigger and bigger on her finger, frowned
slightly. and said, “Don’t pick up glass shards with your hands next time; I’ll get the first–ald kit.”
After saying that, he took her hand and led her to the bookshelf where the first aid kit was kept.
Thalassa quickly pulled her hand away and said, “It’s okay, it’s just a small injury.”
After that, she put her finger in her mouth, sucked on it, took it out, and showed it to him: “See, it’s all good now. We’re tough as
nails, not so delicate.”
Her finger was no longer bleeding.
After saying that, she smiled slightly, picked up the broom, and started to sweep up the glass shards on the ground.
“Mr. Sinclair, sorry, I accidentally broke your cup. I will explain to the manager, and the compensation will be deducted from my
salary.” Thalassa said while sweeping.
Lysander can tell she’s avoiding him.
In his deep voice, he said, “No need, it’s just a cup; the Sinclair group has plenty.”
Lysander walked over to her, ready to explain what happened this morning.
Thalassa looked up, a hint of self–mockery in her eyes. Unabashedly looking at Lysander, she said, “Yeah, your conglomerate
lacks nothing; your family is top–tier, what could you lack? Especially for you, Lysander.”
The women around him were too numerous to count.

Changing women for him was as easy as changing shirts.
After she finished sweeping the glass shards, she picked up the broom and dustpan and turned to leave.
Lysander got her meaning and stepped forward, blocking her path. His handsome face looked cold but anxious: “What did my
grandfather say to you this morning?”
Thalassa avoided his gaze, looking elsewhere. “Nothing.”
“No matter what he said, he can’t represent my opinion. Thalassa, about what happened five years ago.” Lysander wanted to say
that he never went back on his promise from five years ago.
But Thalassa cut him off: “Five years ago was just an accident, and, Mr. Sinclair, you’re handsome, and you have a good
physique; I didn’t lose anything, right? Let’s consider it a give and take, and from now on, we owe each other nothing.”
After saying that, Thalassa walked quickly out of the office.
A give and take? Owe each other nothing?
Those words stung Lysander like bee stings.
His deep eyes darkened, and an icy aura surrounded him.
He had been searching for her for five years, and in her eyes, their night of intimacy was just a one–night stand?
Anger welled up inside Lysander.
He averted his gaze, sit back at his desk, and started to work on some papers.
He had been waiting for her all morning, hoping she would show up so he could explain that his grandfather’s words did not
represent his opinion.
But she was indifferent!
No woman had ever dared talk to him like that!
Lysander had his own dignity and pride; if she won’t accept his explanation, then let her be!

Thalassa, suppressing her emotions, walked into the elevator. Her tense shoulders relaxed, but her heart was churning like the
sea, feeling self–mockery and sadness.
Indeed, only a well–matched and high–born lady can marry a man from the Sinclair family.