The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1132

Just as the bus came to a halt at a stop, Debby stood up, nudged her foot against Thalassa's legs blocking the way, and strode off the bus.

As the bus pulled away, Thalassa's heart felt like it had been left behind. It was suspended in mid-air and heavy with pain.

Thalassa was distracted all day long. With her mind somewhere else, she was constantly making mistakes in the tasks Ethan had set for her.

"Ms. Everhart, you seem out of sorts," Ethan said, eyeing the documents Thalassa handed him riddled with typos. It was clear that she wasn’t herself. "Look, you've got two hours left. So why don't you head home and rest?"

"Mr. Ethan, I'll get my act together. I promise I..." Thalassa wanted to perform well, but the gloom and distress wouldn't lift.

"Trouble with Lysander? A little sweet talk and a man will be putty in your hands. Especially Lysander. He's a piece of cake," Ethan quipped, lifting his head to indulge in a bit of gossip.

What to do?

Ethan's curiosity about Lysander was irrepressible. If he couldn't get juicy details from Lysander himself, he'd pry them out of Thalassa.

Ethan knew this was nosy, but he couldn't help it – his interest was piqued by none other than Lysander.

Thalassa was taken aback by Ethan's abrupt change of topic.

She struggled to keep up with his pace upon seeing the eager, gossip-hungry look on his face.

"Mr. Ethan, we were discussing work," Thalassa reminded him.

"Ahem..." Realizing he had gotten carried away with Lysander's affairs, Ethan coughed to ease the awkwardness. "Go on, take the rest of the day off. The remaining tasks can wait till tomorrow. I'm not in a rush."