The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1103

The driver's hands gripped the wheel with white-knuckled intensity, his focus unyielding as he navigated the streets with the precision of a seasoned pilot. A single mistake was not an option.

Meanwhile, Thalassa had just finished a phone call and, without Lysander's icy presence to oppress her, she felt an immense sense of relief wash over her.

Now pregnant, Lysander wouldn't dare touch her in her condition. This was her chance to turn the tables and show him what it felt like to be under someone's thumb.

As for the consequences after the baby was born, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it. For now, it was all about sweet, sweet vengeance.

"Thalassa, dinner's ready! Come and eat it while it's hot," Evelyn called out from the kitchen. Her voice carried the warmth of maternal love as she set down a plate of spaghetti.

Thalassa turned to see her mother's kind face and took a deep breath. In her mother’s presence, the troubles of the world seemed to melt away, and she was determined not to let anything spoil the cozy atmosphere they shared.

"I'm coming!" Thalassa replied, standing up and approaching the dinner table. She inhaled the aroma of the spaghetti and grinned. "Mom, it smells amazing. No one can make spaghetti like you. You can't find this kind of deliciousness outside."

Evelyn blushed with pride at the compliment, though she playfully scolded her daughter with a mock stern look. "Oh, stop buttering me up. You think those fancy chefs out there don't know how to whip up a decent dish?"

"Of course, they don't compare to you, Mom. Yours has that special touch," Thalassa said with a giggle, her eyes crinkling into crescents, radiating a playful and endearing charm.

"Just like you, always charming," Evelyn laughed. "Eat up, dear. It won't taste as good once it cools down."

"Alright," Thalassa replied and dove into her meal, savoring each bite with audible pleasure.

But just as she was twirling her second forkful of spaghetti, the doorbell rang, cutting through the cozy evening.

Thalassa had been working tirelessly to keep their secret safe, even if it meant lying to Lysander.

Grasping her mother's hand, Thalassa offered reassurance through the warmth and steadiness of her own palm. "Mom, stay calm. Sit down, I'll check who it is. We have a peephole, and we don't have to open the door if we don't want to. It's okay."

Evelyn managed to compose herself enough to sit back down, though each chime of the doorbell made her visibly anxious.

Thalassa approached the door, her nerves on edge.

Who could be visiting at this late hour?

She tiptoed to the peephole, dreading the sight of someone she despised. Slowly, she peered through the small glass lens and found herself staring into a pair of deep, starry eyes set in a striking face—a visage that made her heart skip a beat.