The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet



Proposing to Thalassa in front of Harper was the most effective way to show his true sincerity.

To untangle the knots in Thalassa's heart, he had to be completely honest.

Otherwise, Thalassa would continue living in insecurity, only increasing her anxiety.

David had been waiting for thirty minutes when he saw Lysander and Thalassa approaching hand in hand. He quickly opened the car door and respectfully said, "Mr. Sinclair, ma'am, please get in."

Lysander and Thalassa took their seats in the back.

David drove off.

Throughout the ride, Lysander and Thalassa's hands remained intertwined, with Lysander's hand resting against the seat and Thalassa's palm pressed against his. The diamond ring on her finger sparkled intermittently under the dappled shadows of the passing trees.

A constant smile played on Thalassa's lips, a smile of pure happiness.

After a while, Lysander broke the silence, "Did Rosalind mention Harper to you?"

Thalassa turned, meeting Lysander's deep gaze. The question caught her off guard, leaving her momentarily confused.

But upon reflection, it made sense.

After a pause, Thalassa calmly nodded, "Yes, she mentioned Harper. She even said that to you, I'm just a stand-in for Harper. Because my eyes resemble Harper's, and your special treatment towards me is merely because of this resemblance."

Thalassa finished, inadvertently biting her lower lip, the words still stinging her heart like a needle. It was suffocatingly painful.

No woman wants to be a stand-in, especially not in the heart of the man she loves most.

Seeing her look so wronged, Lysander suddenly laughed, his laughter bright and his eyes sparkling.

Confused, Thalassa asked, "What's so funny?"

Lysander lifted their intertwined hands, saying, "So, you've been upset about this for days?"

"You knew I was upset, why didn't you comfort me?" Thalassa complained.

It turned out he knew all along she was unhappy, yet he chose not to comfort her, which made her even more irritated. "Comforting you wouldn't solve the root problem. Even if I did, you wouldn't be truly happy," Lysander reasoned.

"You never tried, how would you know it wouldn't work?" Thalassa retorted, still upset.

Lysander was indeed clueless about how simple it could be to cheer up a woman—a little comforting could go a long way.

"So, a little cheering up, and you'd be happy forever?" Lysander asked.

Thalassa got his point. Harper was like a thom in her heart, causing ber pain from time to time. Even if she felt better momentarily, she would eventually dwell on it again, leading to unrest and discomfort.

"It's not just me overthinking or being easily influenced. Three years ago, I heard you tell Charlotte that you were holding onto me because my eyes reminded you of Harper."

Thalassa finally opened up to Lysander about her feelings.

So much time had passed, so many things had happened, a single sentence should have been forgotten long ago.

Yet, that sentence had left a significant impact on Thalassa, reviving the same pain whenever the topic arose.

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Little did he know, Thalassa had held onto those words for three years.