The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 422
Having finished, Thalassa began to rise, only to be abruptly stopped by Leopold, who grasped her hand fiercely.
His palm was slightly damp and feverishly warm.
Startled, Thalassa reflexively yanked her hand back, her voice a passionate outcry, “Leopold, I’ve made things clear. If you are
under the impression that I saved you when I stopped the car that day, let me correct you now. It wasn’t about you. I did it
because Isabella called for help. I would do the same for any stranger in danger, not just because it was you!”
Thalassa was desperate to make him understand. Her eyes, brimming with earnestness, bore into his.
She wanted him to let go.
Lysander had already made it clear.
Since that fateful night five years ago, things between them were no longer possible.
Leopold had been with Isabella, and she herself had lost her purity to Lysander.
From that moment on, she and Leopold were destined to be two parallel lines, never meant to intersect.
She wished he could move on and start anew.
He could fall in love with another woman, have a woman who would genuinely love him, marry the right woman, have children,
and live happily ever after.
If he chose to dwell on their past, it would only hurt him.
Thalassa’s tone was firm and resolute, filled with frustration and a hint of panic.
She was scared, scared that her past might show through, giving Leopold false hope.
Hearing Thalassa’s unyielding words, Leopold felt a sharp pain in his heart.
He had thought that Thalassa risked her own life to stop his car because she still cared for him, and she couldn’t let go.

He believed that as long as Thalassa had feelings for him and loved him, he could overcome any obstacle, even if it meant
betraying the world to be with her.
But his worst fear was that Thalassa truly had no feelings left for him.
Her not loving him was his greatest torment.
Now, hearing her say she would do the same for any stranger, not just because it was him, was like a punch to his gut, draining
him of all hope.
Leopold clenched his hand on the table, his pain evident. Under the hotel’s crystal chandelier, the diamonds around Thalassa’s
neck shone brilliantly, stinging his eyes.
His gaze focused on her necklace, the pendant studded with diamonds.
His brow furrowed, “Who gave you this necklace?”
Thalassa looked down at the pendant. The diamonds surrounding the cloud-shaped pendant sparkled brilliantly, almost blinding.
She responded, “I bought it myself. Is there a problem?”
“This necklace is worth millions. Are you sure you bought it yourself?” Leopold asked, his eyes filled with pain.
Thalassa widened her eyes in surprise, “What? This necklace is worth that much? Is it really that expensive?”
“It’s from Lysander, isn’t it?” Leopold said. His gaze stayed on Thalassa, his voice filled with certainty.
Thalassa shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. Eventually, she met his eyes, “Yes, it’s from Lysander. So, stop wasting your
time on me.”
Before she could finish, he grabbed her hand, and she felt a cool sensation.
Looking down, she saw a jade bracelet on her wrist.
The jade was clear and green. It was clearly of high quality and expensive.
Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly tried to take it off, “Why do you give this to me?”