The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1362

Lysander's grip tightened around Thalassa’s hand, unyielding, not allowing her to pull away. His handsome features were set in a determined, almost domineering expression, his eyes locking onto hers.

In the depths of his gaze, like the dark waters of a secluded lake, lay a month's worth of longing for her.

"It's been a month, Thalassa. Hasn't your heart eased even a bit?" Lysander's voice, low and magnetic, inquired.

During this past month, he'd been abroad not just for work but to give Thalassa time—time to find solace, to heal from the loss of her mother.

He knew that once her mood lightened, discussions of marriage would flow much more smoothly.

Thalassa couldn't pry her hand from his grasp; his palm was like a vice, holding her fiercely. If she struggled too much, she'd only hurt herself.

Just like every time before, his overbearing confinement left her more wounded the harder she fought.

He was the same as ever, imperious, never considering her feelings.

Thalassa's breaths were uneven, and she gave up resisting, her eyes cold as she met Lysander's stare. "Your parents have been dead for so many years. Have you found comfort yet?"

Her gaze was unwavering, steadfast with a glint of hatred, fearless, and tinged with stubborn anger.

It shook Lysander to his core, his heart feeling as if hammered by a massive force.

The strength in his fingers eased.

Sensing the loosening grip, Thalassa quickly withdrew her hand and turned, heading inside the house.