The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 747
This meant that no matter where she went, she would be under Lysander’s surveillance.
“Compensating for your lack of caution.” Lysander secured the necklace around her neck before retreating back to his original
position. His deep-set eyes were fixed on her.
Thalassa was speechless.
Instead of openly admitting he wanted to monitor her, he framed it as compensating for her lack of caution.
“Are you calling me dumb?” Thalassa glared at him, less than pleased.
Lysander remained silent; his expression was noncommittal.
She had been literally kidnapped by Charlotte in the broad daylight outside the towering skyscraper of the Crawley Group.
“She hired two burly men and they forced me into a car. What could I have done?” Thalassa snapped.
She knew Lysander was referring to the incident where she was kidnapped by Charlotte and almost fell prey to a sinister plot.
What could she, a woman, do against two muscular men?
“Therefore, you need this necklace.” Lysander’s deep eyes were calm, his demeanor collected.
Thalassa froze. Was he implying that he would be there in time if she was ever in danger?
But why? Didn’t he despise her?
“You better remember that every inch of you belongs to me. Only I can touch you. If anyone else lays a finger on you, it won’t just
be you who suffers, but them as well.” Lysander’s handsome face was stern, his declaration absolute.
The tiny spark of hope that had ignited in Thalassa’s eyes was instantly extinguished by his words.
So his possessiveness acted up only because she’s his woman. That was why he would come to her rescue when she was in
danger. Nothing more.

“Let’s go home. The kids will be going to sleep soon.” Thalassa stood up; her legs were still somewhat wobbly, but she forced
herself to stay steady and take one step at a time towards the exit.
“Ah!” Suddenly, she was lifted into the air.
Thalassa instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. His chiseled face was inches from hers, and she could smell the faint
scent of sandalwood mixed with a hint of mint tobacco.
This was the scent that filled her lungs every time they had a heated moment. Now, just the smell alone could make her breath
hitch and her heart race.
Her body had truly been etched by the seal of his domineering nature. Her reactions to him were no longer within her control.
Lysander strode towards the car and cradled Thalassa in his arms. He placed her in the car before sliding into the driver’s seat
and driving off.
Thalassa stared out the window. She was trying her best to ignore the oppressive atmosphere in the car by watching the
retreating hustle and bustle
outside.
Soon, the car pulled up in the driveway of the Royal Estates.
Before Lysander could get out of the car, Thalassa quickly pushed the door open and stepped out, not wanting to endure another
awkward moment of Lysander lifting her.
Perhaps it was the excitement and anticipation of seeing the kids that quickened her pace. She paid no mind to the soreness in
her thighs; she could just move freely as long as she ignored the feeling itself.
Inside the grand hall of the Royal Estates, the four kids were clinging onto Fitch.
Elowen was tugging at Fitch’s sleeve and on the verge of tears, “Fitch, please take us to Mommy. I haven’t seen her in so long. I
miss her.”
“Fitch, you’re the best.” Dorian held onto Fitch’s hand; his little face tilted upwards as he tried to butter him up.
“Fitch...” Sophia’s big eyes shimmered with tears as her frail voice rang out.

“Fitch, if you take us to Mommy, I’ll talk to Daddy about giving you a raise.” Atticus, despite his young age, had already mastered
the art of negotiation.
The little ones had been restless these past few days, constantly asking for their mother as soon as they got home from school.
Lysander hadn’t been home either. So Fitch was left at home to deal with everything.
Looking at the adorable children surrounding him and begging to see their mother, Fitch felt both helpless and heartbroken.
“Young masters and young ladies, I’ll try to talk to Lysander when he gets back.” Fitch said.
It was a pity that the kids had to suffer due to the adults’ conflicts.
“Sweeties, Mommy’s here.” Thalassa, witnessing the scene within the house, felt her eyes well up with tears. She could no
longer suppress her longing for her kids.