The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 359
In her rush, she had gathered all of the children’s toys and daily necessities, tucking them away into cabinets. Yet, unknowingly,
a pacifier had slipped into the crevices of the couch, right behind Lysander.
Halfway through her explanation, Thalassa caught sight of the pacifier behind him. Her heart pounded in her chest, her scalp
tingled with alarm.
“Misunderstood?” Lysander queried, his gaze cool and penetrating like the distant night sky, a simmering rage barely concealed.
His backpack was already slung over his shoulders. What misunderstanding could there be?
Noticing Lysander’s icy and stern expression, Thalassa realized that he was about to lose his temper.
If he lost his temper at her, she could fight back. But if he discovered the pacifier.
He was so sharp and perceptive. He would undoubtedly trace the origins of the pacifier.
Then, she would be truly defeated.
Thalassa felt her heart climb into her throat.
At this moment, Lysander noticed her unusual expression and followed her gaze.
As he turned his head, Thalassa quickly maneuvered herself onto his lap, her hand gently caressing his face. With perfect
control, she cupped his face, and turned it away from the pacifier, hiding her internal chaos behind a soft and seductive smile.
With a gentle voice, she coaxed, “Of course, I was planning to pack a few clothes and come find you. I didn’t expect you to be
here already.”
Her position on his lap was already suggestive enough to fuel anyone’s imagination.
Her fingers traced the contours of Lysander’s handsome face, like a woman deeply in love, unbothered by the rules of society.
She used her unique charm to soothe and please him, every movement filled with affection.
It was tenderly Seductive and softly enticing.
Lysander’s stern expression softened slightly at her sudden action, his gaze locked on her.

Leopold’s heart ached at the sight. There was a sharp sting followed by a dull and heavy pain. His hands clenched at his sides,
his teeth gritted.
“Is that so? How can I trust you?” Lysander’s voice was cold and deep, his gaze never leaving Thalassa.
“All I said is true. Who could resist such an outstanding man like you?” Thalassa replied, slowly leaning into his arms.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling the strong and masculine power beneath his shirt, enough to make any woman
blush.
But Thalassa couldn’t afford to be distracted now. Using the opportunity of embracing Lysander, she quickly and carefully tucked
the pacifier back into the crevices of the couch when he wasn’t looking.
Once done, she finally relaxed. Her back was soaked in sweat, her clothes sticking to her skin.
“Is that so? Then as you wish, don’t leave me!” Lysander’s handsome face hardened, gripping her waist, turning the tables.
He stood up, pulling her up with him, his arm around her slender waist, positioning her by his side.
Lysander’s gaze was oppressive, like a beast lurking in the night, its eyes glowing in the darkness. He glared at Leopold with a
fierce intensity.
His voice was chillingly cold. “Leopold, it’s clear to see that your past with her is dead! Face the reality, she is my woman! After
this, don’t interfere in her life, or you’ll regret it!”
Then he left with Thalassa.