The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 600
Leopold’s voice was raw, like a wounded young boy, his words harsh and bitter.
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Thalassa’s breath hitched, and her heart twinged in an unspoken pain.
His hurried breaths, laden with distress, brushed against the nape of her neck
The youthful scent he carried was too familiar, and it hurt her.
Thalassa closed her eyes, took a deep breath, bit down on her teeth, and gently unclasped his hands from her. She stepped
forward, moving away from
his touch.
Her actions were decisive, a clear rejection.
“Thalassa...” Leopold voiced, his tone bitter.
Struggling to keep her breath steady, her expression cool, Thalassa distanced Herself, “Leopold, Debby’s a good girl. Don’t let
her down.”
With that, she turned to leave.
“Do you really want me to marry Debby?” Leopold called, his voice full of pain.
His eyes, slightly trembling, were fixed on her retreating figure, awaiting her response.
Thalassa halted her steps, her hands clenched at her sides. Her voice trembled, but she managed to sound indifferent, “I wish
you well.”
With that, she walked away without looking back.
She was clear about what she wanted. One must let go of what cannot be to grasp what can be.
And the letting go needs to be decisive. The more one lingers, the ‘more it hurts

Her beautiful memories with Leopold were in the past. It was time to let them stay there.
Leopold watched Thalassa walk away, her figure resolute, not once looking back.
His eyes shimmered with tears, and his breath hitched.
That wasn’t the first time she had turned her back on him, refusing him.
But his heart hurt more each time, like a knife ripping it apart piece by piece until there was hardly anything left.
Thalassa returned to the restaurant where Ethan was still sitting, engrossed in his phone. She approached him, “Mr. Ethan, I
don’t think I’m needed here.
My presence might hinder your work conversation. Perhaps I should head back to the office.”
She couldn’t bear to hear Leopold talk about their conflict under the guise of a work discussion.
She didn’t have the strength to face Leopold’s pain.
“That’s fine. Ask the driver to drop you off,” Ethan suggested.
“No need, I can take a cab,” Thalassa replied.
“Let the driver drop you, it’s safer. He can drop you off and then come back for me,” Ethan insisted.
Even if she were an ordinary secretary, Ethan would have done the same. More so, considering Thalassa was Lysander’s
woman.
As Leopold approached, Thalassa decided not to waste any more time and agreed to Ethan’s suggestion.
She left the restaurant.
Leopold slid into the seat she had vacated, his emotions under control as if nothing had happened.
I know your secretary, Mr. Ethan. She was a secretary at my company before it got acquired by Lysander,” Leopold said, his
gaze on Ethan, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
The topic of conversation had veered from work to Thalassa.

“Oh? So that’s how it is. It seems Lysander’s acquisition of your company wasn’t purely business,” Ethan said, intrigued by that
new piece of information.
Could it be that Lysander had genuine feelings for Thalassa?
He had gone as far as acquiring Leopold’s company for her.
Acquiring a company just to poach an employee was indeed a Lysander move.
Leopold watched the amused twinkle in Ethan’s eyes, his own growing more desolate.
So, everyone knew that Lysander had acquired his company for Thalassa.