The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1265

In the deepest recesses of her heart, Thalassa knew she was regarded as nothing but despicable.

With this thought heavy on her mind, she pried Lysander's hands from her waist and stepped back, her clear eyes shifting from his face to the distance as she remarked, "I was so furious that I couldn't see straight."

"Furious? What right do you have to be furious?" Lysander's piercing gaze locked onto her, his presence icy and formidable as he scrutinized her.

If anyone had a right to be angry, it was him.

Yet there she was, acting as if she had the bigger temper!

The day Lysander refused to listen to her, convinced she had purposely hurled the prop at him with lethal intent, Thalassa felt suffocated by frustration.

She had been bottling up her feelings, searching for an outlet. Now faced with Lysander's interrogation, she didn't want to hold back any longer. Turning to meet his eyes, she voiced the pain in her heart, "I never imagined that, even Susan is more credible than me in your eyes! Lysander, what am I to you? A ruthless schemer capable of anything? Or a fickle lover always chasing new thrills?"

If Lysander had even a shred of trust in her, he would never believe she wanted to kill him.

And he certainly wouldn't suspect her of having secret rendezvous with other men!

All of these accusations stemmed from one thing. he had already painted her as such a person in the depths of his heart.

So, he would always assume the worst whenever anything happened.

He never truly trusted her.

Confronted by Thalassa's challenge, Lysander's gaze darkened, his deep voice resonating as he said, "You've tried to escape from me over and over, even running off to Weston Country with Callum. What am I supposed to think?"

She seemed desperate to flee him at all costs.

It was reasonable for him to suspect that she might even kill him to liberate herself.

"Why do you think I wanted to escape, don't you know?" Thalassa shot back.