The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 433

Chapter 433

A nauseous wave made her want to retch.

Thalassa immediately covered her mouth, rushing to the bathroom.

Hunched over in the restroom, she was throwing up violently.

The steak she had just consumed was almost entirely disgorged, making her feel slightly better.

Breathing heavily in discomfort, she moved to the sink to wash her face.

Behind her, a deep, piercing stride approached, like a graceful beast closing in.

Thalassa’s back stiffened. Looking up, she saw in the mirror a handsome, stern face. The man was clad in a black suit, exuding an aura of aloof grandeur.

It was Lysander!

Thalassa's heart throbbed as she turned around, nervously saying, "That was the ladies' room. How did you get in, um."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was abruptly scooped up from the waist, her soft body colliding with Lysander's sturdy chest.

Thalassa was flustered, "Mr. Sinclair, we are in public. It wouldn't be good if someone saw us."

Lysander's hand gripped her face, squishing her collagen-filled cheeks into distortion, forcing her to look at him.

His gaze was icy and sharp, his voice cold, "Two meals and you're throwing up, huh?"

Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, realizing the implication of his words.

Hadn't he just believed that she hadn't dined with Leopold?

How come he was confronting her all of a sudden?

Thalassa held onto a glimmer of hope, "I didn’t. My stomach is just upset."

"Do you want me to check the surveillance footage, huh?” Lysander's voice turned even colder.

Thalassa was terrified.

The first time she saw him was at Sapphire Skyline.

Alaric Falconer and his friends claimed that Lysander was still mourning his dead first love and had no interest in women.

But what about Faye later?

Hadn't she been Lysander’s secretary for many years? And then, Faye fell in love with him and wanted to become his wife.

But once Lysander grew tired of her, he found an excuse to break up with her, even using Thalassa, who was just a cleaner, as a shield to sever ties with Faye.

So, the claim of Alaric’s gang that Lysander was uninterested in women was unfounded.

Lysander's eyes turned icy, locking onto her with a cold, angry glare, his grip on her tightening as if he was about to crush her jaw.

The pain made her wince.

Lysander gritted his teeth, his voice sharp, "You wanting to escape from me, it's never happening in this lifetime!"