The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 377
He climbed into bed, a familiar scent of masculinity filling the air.
Thalassa froze in fear, worried he would repeat what he had done to her two nights earlier.
Just as her anxiety peaked, Lysander’s long arm reached around her, pulling her close.
Her back rested against his hot and muscular chest.
Through the fabric of their clothes, Thalassa felt her heart skip a beat, her body trembling from the heat.
Instinctively, she tried to move away, but Lysander kept her, close, his baritone voice echoing in her ear, “Stay still, or you’ll regret
it.”
Thalassa froze in place, not daring to move.
Her body was enveloped by his, her back pressed against his powerful chest. She could feel the burning temperature of his
body. Her ears filled with his deep breathing and masculine aroma.
Thalassa’s heartbeat quickened, her breaths becoming more labored.
Even though she was terrified of him, her body couldn’t resist his masculine allure.
Her heart pounding, she tensed up, but Lysander didn’t do anything.
He just held her.
At first, Thalassa was on edge, but she couldn’t fight off the exhaustion. She hadn’t slept at all the night before and soon fell into
a deep sleep.
Lysander, hearing her steady breathing, knew she was asleep. He nestled her closer, inhaling her sweet scent.
Soon, he too fell asleep.
The next day, Thalassa woke up startled.
Sitting up, she looked around and saw that Lysander was already gone.

She quickly got up and went downstairs. Seeing the sun shining outside, she realized it was already noon.
She asked Fitch, “Did Lysander say I could leave?”
Fitch shook his head, “Mr. Sinclair didn’t say anything.”
“How was his mood this morning?” If he seemed happy, she could try to appease him and ask to leave.
If he was in a bad mood, she would stay silent to avoid provoking him.
Fitch shook his head, “Mr. Sinclair looked upset. He seemed angry.”
“Why, who upset him?” Thalassa was curious.
Fitch wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, “Ms. Everhart, don’t you remember? Yesterday you destroyed some artifacts in Mr.
Sinclair’s private museum.”
“What?” Thalassa’s mind raced, quickly recalling yesterday’s events.
Fitch took her there to see the damage.
The place was a mess, pieces of broken artifacts lay scattered everywhere. Ancient paintings were torn and some even had bite
marks.
All of these were her doing?
Thalassa swallowed hard, asking Fitch, “Can you tell me how much all this is worth?”
Fitch made a cross sign with his fingers.
Thalassa asked, “Ten thousand dollars?”
“100 million dollars,” Fitch said.
Boom!
It felt like a bolt of lightning had struck her.
Thalassa felt faint and stumbled back a few steps.

Oh my god.
She had hallucinated yesterday and just like that, she had caused damage worth 100 million dollars!
Even if she sold herself, she couldn’t pay for it.
No wonder Fitch said Lysander left in a bad mood this morning.
If she were in his shoes, and someone destroyed her 100 million dollars worth of possessions, she would be in a bad mood too.
Terrified, Thalassa asked Fitch,” “Did Lysander say anything? Will he ask me to pay for it?”
Fitch shook his head, “I’m not sure.