The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 332

Chapter 332 

Leopold came to a halt. 

He remembered Thalassa mentioning having a boy friend. 

But when he asked who the guy was, she clammed up. 

He hadn’t noticed her getting chummy with anyone these days. 

He figured she might have made up the boyfriend thing to get him off her back.. 

Could it mean she still cared for him’ if she hadn’t dated anyone all these years? 

All Leopold wanted to know was if he still had a place in Thalassa’s heart! 

Isabella noticed Leopold freeze up, so she hobbled over with her cane. 

Leopold shot her a cold look, “Tell me!” 

But Isabella just chuckled, “Treat me to a meal and I’ll tell you.” 

“Are you trying to pull a fast one on me?” Leopold spat out angrily. 

“I’m just starving and need something to eat. I’m so weak I can’t remember things well. If I forget something important and don’t tell you, you won’t know the real deal with Thalassa, and that would be bad,” Isabella grinned, even giving Leopold a sly wink. 

She thought she was being flirtatious, but to Leopold, it was downright nauseating. It took all his restraint not to smack her. 

Leopold hesitated, weighing his options heavily. 

In the end, his burning curiosity about whether Thalassa really had a boyfriend and if he still mattered to her, overpowered his loathing for Isabella. 

“Where are we eating?” he growled. 

“I heard the food at Everglade Hotel is great. Let’s eat there,” Isabella od.” 

“Isn’t that a hotel?” Leopold frowned. 

“It’s a restaurant first, hotel second. It’s for guests to rest after a meal. We’re just going for food. What are you scared of?” Isabella said. 

So, Leopold took her to the Everglade Hotel. 

He wasn’t drinking today anyway. As a man, he didn’t have much to worry about what Isabella could do. 

Once at Everglade Hotel, Isabella ordered a ton of food. 

Leopold said flatly, “Can we talk now?” 

He trusted the information Isabella provided about Thalassa, as all the addresses she had given him previously were accurate. 

So he believed that Isabella understood Thalassa well over these years. 

“Don’t rush, let’s eat first. We need energy to talk,” Isabella smiled sweetly. 

Leopold suppressed his distaste for her forcing himself not to leave. 

After a while, the dishes arrived. Isabella portioned a piece of fish from her plate to Leopold’s, “Try the food here. It’s really good.” 

Leopold felt sick and tossed the plate into the trash. 

Isabella seemed taken aback, her smile fading to a hurt expression, “Leopold, what’s with the attitude? Don’t you like me? Would you feel the same disgust if Thalassa was with another man?”