The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1061

Continuing a life like this, by his side, would drive her mad eventually.

But she couldn't dare let Lysander know her true feelings.

After a moment of contemplation, she locked eyes with him and asked, "If you had known I was pregnant early on, would you have married me? Because I wouldn’t leave if you said 'yes'."

Her earnest, watery eyes sought his. Her voice was tinged with a challenge.

And just like that, the question was tossed to him.

She knew all too well that he would never marry her. He had warned her more than once not to aspire to the title of Mrs. Sinclair; she was simply out of her league.

Even Zephyr had warned her that a country bumpkin like her could never match up to Lysander, who was expected to marry a woman of high society, someone his equal.

The only reason she had managed to stay by his side was thanks to the four children.

Even if she hadn't been Bruce's daughter, Lysander would never have considered marrying her!

Her question was a smokescreen, intended to deflect his probing and cover up her own true feelings.

As Lysander gazed into Thalassa’s clear, serious eyes and heard her probing question, his eyes darkened, and his chiseled facial features tensed up fiercely.

He had thought about marrying her once. When he first learned five years ago that she was the woman who had saved his life with her own body, he had considered bringing her home to meet his parents and discuss marriage.

But then he found out she was Bruce's daughter, child of the man he despised most in this world, and his hatred extended to her. Marrying her became an impossibility.

Later, when he discovered she had secretly given birth to four of his children, the thought of marriage crossed his mind again.

But then he learned she was the woman his nephew, Leopold, couldn't forget. They had been in love for two years, had talked of marriage, and had cherished each other.

Even if they had separated five years ago due to a misunderstanding, their hearts were still entwined.

"Don't move, just open your mouth." Lysander said. He cradled the bowl in his hands and scooped up the soup. He intended to feed her himself.

Thalassa felt ridiculous. She was only suffering from a stomach-ache, not incapacitated in any way. She could manage to eat on her own.

But with Lysander’s dominating presence, it was hard for her to protest. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and allowed him to spoon-feed her the soup.

Lysander was surprisingly patient. Spoonful by spoonful, his movements were gentle as he fed her.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on the pair, creating an illusion of tranquil domesticity.

For a moment, Thalassa got lost in a daydream. She imagined an older version of herself, ill and hospitalized, with Lysander by her side to take care of her.

Her thoughts were drifting far away when a brash voice shattered the stillness of the room, "Lysander, come out! I want to know who's been using the birth control pills I found at Central Ring Villa!"