The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 588
Leopold held his knife and fork, his breath uneven as he stared down at the steak in front of him, untouched.
His heart was in pain, a tempest of anguish swirling inside him.
“Leopold, what’s wrong? You don’t look well. Do you need to go to the hospital? Debby, seeing his pale complexion, was filled
with concern.
Leopold put his cutlery down. The sound of the silverware clinking against the wooden table was more profound than it should
have been.
“I’m not hungry. I’m leaving.” His voice was flat, eyes hollow. He stood up abruptly and left.
His sudden outburst took Debby aback. “Leopold, wait for me. If you’re not feeling well, let me accompany you to the hospital.”
She regretted being impatient for deliberately acting coy to make him show his affection. They had only met at a cocktail party
the day before, and after she had made the first move, Leopold seemed to have been somewhat interested. She had thought
they were already on the verge of becoming a couple.
But now, he was upset.
Leopold ignored Debby, and his amber eyes fixed on Thalassa, who was sitting across the room. His gaze was intense, full of
pain and anger.
Thalassa never looked up, even when Leopold walked past her, leaving a trail of cold wind that brushed against her skin.
“Leopold, wait for me!” Debby’s frantic voice echoed behind him.
As their footsteps faded, Thalassa’s heart remained heavy. She distractedly picked up a piece of steak.
Her wrist suddenly was gripped tightly.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
Looking up, she met Lysander’s icy gaze. His handsome face was stern, his eyes stormy.
Startled, she looked down at her hand holding a knife. The blade pointed downwards with a piece of steak on it.

She was about to eat with the knife!
If she had proceeded, her lips would have been cut.
For the first time, Thalassa felt guilty under Lysander’s cold, domineering demeanor. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention...”
Lysander huffed, releasing her hand. “The person you should be apologizing to is not me but yourself!”
Thalassa lowered her eyes, nodding in agreement. “You’re right...
Lysander watched her, never missing a single expression.
Suddenly, he stood up, pulling her to her feet and leading her out of the restaurant.
Caught off guard, Thalassa stumbled after him.
Before she knew it, she was thrown into his car, the door slamming shut behind her.
She was left in the car with Lysander.
His icy aura filled the small space, making it hard for her to breathe.
“Follow that Bentley!” Lysander ordered the driver.