The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet by Thalassa (PDF)
Chapter 589

Chapter 589

“Right.” The driver obliged, kick-starting the engine.

Thalassa looked out the window, puzzled.

The Bentley ahead was familiar; it belonged to Leopold, a sight she had seen quite a few times. Why did Lysander ask the driver to follow Leopold's car?

Thalassa was curious but also anxious.

She didn't dare ask, however.

The atmosphere inside the car was stifling and stagnant.

Thalassa tensed, sneaking glances at Lysander from the corner of her eye.

He sat back, his handsome face taut, eyes unfathomable, radiating an intimidating aura even without uttering a word.

She couldn't fathom his thoughts nor dared to guess,

Eventually, the car stopped at a sprawling villa.

Thalassa jerked slightly as the vehicle halted, but before she could react, Lysander’s long arm swept her towards him, crashing her body into his firm

chest.

The impact caused Thalassa’s heart to flutter.

Before she could react, Lysander's large hand gripped her chin, forcing her to face the window. His chilly breath brushed against her cheek. “You're worried, aren't you? Look closely!”

Thalassa’s breathing was uneven, her chin aching from his grip. Ignoring the pain, she was forced to witness the scene outside.

Leopold and Debby exited their car.

Debby confidently stepped forward to link arms with Leopold. Her bright, loving smile was directed at him.

Leopold allowed her to take his arm, looking down at her with a sunny smile, playfully tracing her nose with his fingertip. His expression was indulgent, and his demeanor was warm.

The streetlight illuminated their sweet, blissful moment.

Thalassa saw Leopold's actions clearly. A wave of lost youth and a melancholy hit her hard. Leopold's signature nose-tracing gesture was one he had done many times for her.

His gentleness was not exclusive to her; he could be gentle to others too.

And that was okay.

As his grip tightened, Thalassa winced, her thoughts quickly snapping back to reality. She lifted her hand to hold Lysander's, hoping to alleviate her own pain.

"How does it feel, seeing the man you love with another woman?” Lysander's cold, angry words echoed in her ears.

His face was pressed against her cheek, his body heat intense and threatening. His icy breath felt like it could have frozen her skin.

Thalassa’s breathing hitched, her voice low and pained, “You've never loved anyone. Even if I told you how I felt, you wouldn't understand.”

So, he had the driver follow Leopold to let her witness him with another woman to hurt her.

But suddenly, Thalassa didn't want to explain anymore.

Lysander’s eyes turned icy as if a winter storm had swept over them.

She knew precisely how to provoke him.

Lysander turned her face to face him, his eyes burning with rage. “I may not understand, but I can experience it through your body!"

His voice was as cold as a demon'’s.

Thalassa shivered in fear.

Then, the partition in the car dropped, separating the front and back of the vehicle.

Before Thalassa could react, her lips were claimed in a fierce kiss. Caught off guard, she didn't even have the chance to struggle.

The car started moving, gliding along the asphalt road. Despite the smooth drive, Thalassa felt as if she was on a bumpy ride.

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Lysander in front of her was like a relentless demon.

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