The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 399
Inside the car, the tension was palpable.
Thalassa was seated in the back, with Lysander right next to her. She strained to maintain a sliver of space between them, keen
to keep a certain
distance.
The car journey led them to Royal Estates.
As Lysander alighted, he grabbed her wrist, leading her into the house with an urgency that was borderline forceful.
Back in the master bedroom, he propelled her onto the bed. Looming over her, he placed his, hands on the bed, his broad chest
acting as a barrier between her and the world beyond.
His handsome face was taut, his aura icy cold.
In a voice heavy with anger, he gruffly said, “You can’t even drive properly on a normal day, but today you dared to speed. For
him, you’d risk your life, huh?” From the hospital till now, the anger he’d been bottling up exploded.
The traffic officer had informed him of everything.
She had risked her life and used her car to stop Leopold’s, for his sake.
Did she know that if Leopold’s car hadn’t stopped, her car would’ve been sent flying, resulting in a likely explosion?
She truly had no regard for her life!
It was all because of Leopold!
Thalassa was terrified, the cold fury radiating off Lysander was like a tempest, his aura icier than ice itself.
She remembered his warning from the morning, advising her not to fantasize about being with Leopold, and to stay away from
him.
Hearing his words now, she was filled with rage.

Thalassa’s heart pounded in her chest, worried about his fury. She quickly said, “It was two lives at stake, even if it was a
stranger, I would’ve done the same.mmm.”
Before she could finish, her lips were forcefully sealed with a fierce kiss.
Lysander took control, his rough kiss stealing her breath, his tongue prying open her mouth. His hand traced her back, and his
touch was a form of punishment.
His hands, rough with calluses, moved against her soft skin through the fabric.
It sparked a wave of heat, tickling and numbing, further terrifying Thalassa.
Struggling, she pushed him away. Gasping for breath, she quickly said, “I have a concussion. The doctor said no strenuous
activities.” Lysander’s eyes were deep and dark, his voice low and angry, “So what?”
Without another word, he left the room, the door slamming shut behind him.
The sound echoed in Thalassa’s heart, making her shudder.
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Her breathing was ragged, her heart pounding.
She had just left Royal Estates, the place that had stripped her of her freedom for a day, only to return.
She was anxious, unsure of what awaited her next.
That night, Lysander didn’t return to the master bedroom.
Thalassa’s tense body slowly relaxed, her head ached, and exhaustion took over, lulling her into sleep.
At the Sinclair’s house.
Leopold returned home, looking worse for wear.
Zephyr and Sybil were initially delighted to see him, but their joy turned into shock when they saw his battered and bruised body.

“Leopold, what happened? You’re hurt so badly. Why didn’t you go to the hospital to get bandaged up?” Grandma Sybil was
heartbroken at the sight of Leopold in such a state.
“Grandma, I’m okay,” Leopold assured her, his voice weak.
“You’re limping, and there’s a big scrape on your face, how can you be okay? I’ll call the family doctor to treat your wounds. Sit
down for now.” Grandma Sybil quickly ushered him onto the couch and rushed to contact their family doctor.
Zephyr walked over and sat down next to him. His concern was evident as he asked, “What happened?”
“Grandpa, Lysander bought my company just to take away my secretary, to make her his woman. Did you know about this?”
Leopold’s eyes were dull as he looked at Zephyr, questioning him.
“What?” Zephyr was taken aback.