The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Thalassa's cheeks flushed with warmth, and her heart skipped a beat as she gazed into the eyes of the man before her. Not only was he incredibly handsome, but he was also the man of her dreams. His deep, melodious voice spoke words of affection that stirred her soul.

How could she possibly resist?

In just a few seconds, Thalassa's heart was pounding wildly. She desperately wanted to cup his face in her hands and plant a fervent kiss on his lips. But then she remembered her design project was far from finished, and with the competition just days away, this was a pivotal moment for her career. Logic overcame emotion, and Thalassa quickly composed herself. She turned her face away from Lysander's hand, which was gently lifting her chin, and with a flushed face and a playful tone, she said, "I can't spend the night with you today; I've got work to do. I'm a career woman, you know."

Her words had a teasing undertone, suggesting a flirtatious back-and-forth between them.

Lysander, hearing this, was delighted. A soft smile played on his lips as he said, "I'll keep you company."

Thalassa turned back in disbelief. "What did you say?"

She half expected Lysander to tease her back, questioning her claim of being a career woman, especially since she was just starting out in the competitive world of jewelry design. At thirty, many designers had already made a name for themselves, while she was just taking her first steps.

Her salary wasn't much to speak of, yet here she was, boldly claiming to be career-oriented!

She had spoken without thinking, more in jest than seriousness, fully expecting Lysander to mock her.

But instead of teasing, he offered to stay with her.

Lysander's large hand gently took hers, his thumb softly caressing the back of her hand in an intimate gesture that spoke volumes of his affection.

"I'll stay with you while you work. If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me," he said.

Hearing Lysander's words, Thalassa felt a lump form in her throat, and her eyes began to well up with tears.

She was easily moved, and just a little bit of support and understanding from Lysander was enough to make her overwhelmed with emotion.

Without saying a word, Lysander

looked up, intending to speak, but stopped short when he saw her teary eyes. His own eyes widened in surprise, his expression turning serious. "What's wrong?"

He quickly reviewed his last words, wondering if he had said something to upset her.

Thalassa quickly withdrew her hand

and, in a flustered manner, wiped away a tear, avoiding Lysander's gaze. "It's hothing, just some dust from the ceiling got into my eyes," she said, pretending to rub O something out of her eye. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Lysander watched her for a moment, then understood the reason behind her tears. Was she moved by his words?

She was indeed easily satisfied. Just the promise of his company during a late work night was enough to bring her to tears.

He hadn't realized before how little it took to make her happy.

Reflecting on their past, filled with mutual hurt and suspicion, Lysander acknowledged that he had never truly understood what she wanted.

All she sought was understanding and support-such simple needs.

Taking Thalassa's hand, he said, "Let's go to the study."

"Okay, I'll try to finish up as soon as I can so we can rest early," Thalassa replied, standing up and moving behind Lysander, pushing his wheelchair.

In the study, Thalassa sat at the

desk, deeply engrossed in her

designs, while Lysander sat beside her, his gaze fixed on her profile. She was focused on her work, and he, on her