The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1338

Breathing ragged and heart racing, Thalassa stared at Lysander, her words deliberate and tense, "I'm not one for daydreams, and I'd appreciate it if Mr. Sinclair didn't try to force them on me!"

Her statement, though resolute, carried an undertone of self-deprecation, echoing like a speck of dust in its insignificance.

Once upon a time, she had indeed fantasized about marrying Lysander, and she had asked him more than once if he would ever take her as his wife. What was his response?

He told her not to daydream!

Now she was wide awake and clear-minded, and her only desire was to stay far away from Lysander.

Yet there he was, showing up in the dead of night, proposing to her!

Shock gave way to a bitter, mocking desolation in Thalassa.

Lysander caught the rejection in her voice, along with the desolate tone of a heart that had been wounded and scarred.

His own heart clenched as though gripped by an invisible hand, the pain tightening its hold, making even his breaths heavy and labored.

"Get some rest. I'll come for you in the morning," Lysander's deep, smooth voice broke the silence as he stood and walked away.

Thalassa propped herself up in bed, the moonlight casting a ghostly glow on his retreating silhouette. She didn't want to see him leave, but his overpowering presence was etched into her vision.

The soft moonlight painted his dark figure with a frosty sheen, reminiscent of a winter's night when leaves are coated with a layer of frost.

It was a sight that sent an involuntary chill through her heart, an urge to flee.

Lysander walked out the door and closed it gently behind him.

The sound of the door shutting unleashed the tears Thalassa had been holding back. She lay back down, her heart drowning in a wave of sour anguish.

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