The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 323

Chapter 323 

Suddenly, she felt a pang of compassion for Lysander, thinking that he’d got a pretty rough deal too. 

He’d lost his parents when he was just a kid. 

Sure, her family life wasn’t exactly a bed of roses, growing up without the love and care of a dad, but at least she had her mom by her side. 

Her mom might be soft-spoken and a bit of a chatterbox, but what mattered most was that she loved her. 

She’d known a mother’s love since she was a kid. 

But Lysander had lost his folks when he was just a tyke. 

Compared to her, he had it way worse. 

Thalassa looked at Lysander with tenderness in her eyes, hesitated for a moment standing by the desk, and then put the car keys and the neatly packed clothes on 

She said softly, “Mr. Sinclair, here are the clothes and car keys you lent me yesterday. I’m returning them now.” 

Lysander stopped what he was doing and looked at her with intense eyes. 

He didn’t say a word, but his silent gaze made it hard for Thalassa to even breathe. 

She explained, “Mr. Sinclair, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to get up early from now on. I swear I won’t be late anymore. I’m really not used to this car. My driving skills are so bad I almost had a few accidents on my way to the office.” 

She had accepted the BMW earlier because David had pushed her to take it. He had said that if she didn’t accept it, Mr. Sinclair might think that he wasn’t doing his job properly. 

She couldn’t let David fail because of her. 

But there was no way she was going to fully accept the car. 

The villa he’d built for her family was to thank her for saving his life five years ago and to make up for the harm he’d done to her then. 

She’d accepted the villa because she believed that she had every right to claim it. 

But now, apart from her regular salary, she couldn’t accept anything else Lysander offered her. 

If she did, she’d really become his woman. 

That would be crossing a line which she wasn’t willing to do, so she couldn’t accept those. 

Lysander’s deep, ocean-like eyes were still fixed on her, inscrutable and as cold as ice. 

Thalassa felt a chill run down her spine. She straightened up, swallowed her fear, and continued to say, “Lysander, did your hand get hurt yesterday? Thanks for teaching Bruce a lesson for my mom.” 

The moment she mentioned Bruce’s name, Lysander’s gaze turned sharp and icy as he yelled, “Get out!” 

His tone was harsh and brooked no argument. 

His words cut like a knife. 

Thalassa was taken aback. She nodded quickly and hurriedly turned to leave the room. 

Once she was out of the office, she took a deep breath to calm herself down. 

That was seriously scary. 

She chided herself for being foolish, feeling sorry for a man high above the rest, holding life and death in his hands. 

Sure, he had a rough childhood, but he lived in the lap of luxury at that point, rich enough to buy even a country, getting whatever he wanted. 

And what was her condition? She had to worry about making ends meet every day. 

She was so weak that Lysander could crush her with only one finger.