The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1282

Before long, the boat docked at the shore.

With a gentle hand, Thalassa helped Evelyn up onto the land. They needed a ride back to the hotel.

Lysander hailed a cab, and soon the group of four were on their way back to the hotel.

Callum, who was nursing a twisted ankle, lagged behind.

With concern etched on her face, Thalassa quickly escorted Evelyn back to their room.

Lysander followed suit. Turning around, Thalassa found his towering frame beside her. She took a deep breath and tried to shake off the heaviness in her chest.

"Mom’s and my clothes are all in this room," she said to Lysander. "Did you bring any clothes with you? If not, you might want to hit up the mall for a new outfit. Yours are soaked through."

What she was really saying was that she and her mother needed privacy to change clothes.

Lysander had claimed their room the day before, and Evelyn had to bunk elsewhere for the night. After today's ordeal, Thalassa was determined not to let him displace her mother again.

"It's fine. I can find another room." Sensing Thalassa's wary of Lysander, Evelyn stood to leave.

But Lysander turned and strode out of the room after a brief glance at Thalassa.

Once he was gone, Thalassa let out a sigh of relief and helped Evelyn settle back down.

"I'll grab the clothes. You should take a warm shower first." Thalassa rummaged through their suitcase—it was packed with a few changes of clothes for the trip.

She handed a set to Evelyn and waited outside while her mother showered.

After a while, Evelyn emerged, and it was Thalassa's turn.

Exiting the steamy bathroom, Thalassa found Evelyn sitting on the bed, her eyes glazed over, lost in thought, devoid of their usual spark.

Thalassa dreaded seeing her mother like this. She sat beside her and asked softly, "Mom, what's on your mind?"

"Mom, don't overthink it. If you're tired, why not take a nap?" Thalassa suggested.

Evelyn looked at the bed where she had sat in her wet clothes, dampening the sheets.

Understanding her mother's hesitation, Thalassa stood up, walked over to the nightstand and picked up the phone to call the front desk.

"I'll call the front desk to have them change the sheets," she said while waiting for the call to connect.

Soon enough, someone answered. Thalassa said, "This is room 201. Could we get a change of sheets, please?"

"I apologize, but our standard policy is to change sheets in the morning at nine. We've already done so today." the front desk replied.

Thalassa was surprised. She hadn't expected a refusal.

"Our sheets are wet. Besides, didn't you change them outside of the usual schedule just yesterday?" she inquired, a hint of confusion in her voice.