The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1198

Lysander's topic leap was so sudden that Thalassa was momentarily caught off guard, trying to catch the thread of conversation.

Who was Lysander referring to when he mentioned 'the man'?

Was it Alaric, or Spencer?

After all, she had met with two men that day.

But seeing Lysander sit there, his presence chilling like a frosty winter's eve, as if thunder and lightning were his to command and snowflakes danced at his brooding, oppressive mood, Thalassa quickly realized who he was talking about.

It definitely wasn't Alaric; Alaric was his best mate, and she and Hertha had met him several times without Lysander ever breathing fire and brimstone her way.

It was the meeting with Spencer today that had set him off.

Thalassa did not wish to be caught in the eye of the storm, so she hurried to clarify, “You’ve got it all wrong. Today, Hertha was going on a blind date, and she was scared to go alone. So, she asked me to tag along. The guy we met today is Hertha's date, not mine.”

His threatening stance earlier, telling Hertha that if she ever dragged Thalassa to meet someone else, he'd not let it slide, had been about Spencer, not Debby's mother.

But how on earth did Lysander know about her whereabouts today?

She understood when she used to wear a necklace with a tracker, which meant Lysander knew her every move. That necklace had long been pawned off, the cash still sitting in her bank account. She didn't have any tracking devices on her, so how did Lysander know she had met someone today?

Could it be Alaric had phoned Lysander?

As Thalassa finished her explanation, Lysander's deep gaze flicked her way, a look that was one-third oppressive, one-third icy, and the rest purely scrutinizing.

It made Thalassa’s palms clench slightly, unsure what he meant.

Lysander’s rigid demeanor softened slightly as he glanced back at her, his voice a low rumble of declaration, “Remember, you’re mine. Even a single glance from someone else is a challenge to me.”

Thalassa was his woman, solely his to cherish. Another man’s lingering look, and he wanted to gouge out their eyes.

Thalassa thought to herself, “Could you be any more domineering?”

His possessiveness was overwhelming. Was this why he had relentlessly pursued her when she tried to escape before?

Now, his possessiveness seemed even stronger, and more forceful.

When did it begin?

From the day she asked him if he had fallen for her, she became the pearl in his palm, any slight movement potentially provoking his wrath.