The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339 

As much as he denied it, the reality in front of him shattered all his illusions and pretenses 

It turned out Thalassa wasn’t lying when she said she had a boyfriend. 

He never imagined that Thalassa and Lysander would end up together. 

He always told Lysander about the woman he deeply loved. He never let on that the woman he was talking about was actually Thalassa. He always discussed her in front of Lysander, and he decided to pursue her again. 

Leopold watched all this in pain, his heart trembling, unable to accept the truth. 

Lysander, satisfied, let go of Thalassa’s lips. His objective was accomplished. 

Thalassa, kissed to the point of weakness, was nearly out of breath. 

Lysander embraced her, letting her lean against his chest. His strong hand clutched her waist, providing her support. 

He glanced at Leopold, then noticed a bag on the bedside table. He instantly recognized the familiar fabric. 

He swiftly turned around with Thalassa and ordered David, who was standing by the door, “Grab the bag from the bedside table.” 

David nodded, quickly grabbed the bag from the bedside table and followed Lysander out of the room. 

In the room, Leopold sat on the bed, his face full of sorrow. He was unable to accept this reality, his heart aching. 

Lysander put Thalassa in the car and then got in himself, David started the car and they drove off. 

The car was small and chilly. Thalassa sat rigidly, her breathing almost becoming difficult. 

Lysander sat next to her, casually leaning back in his seat. The cold aura he exuded nearly froze her solid. 

She could feel his anger. She carefully explained, “I came here to return Leopold’s clothes.” 

“Shut up before I decide to kill you!” Lysander said coldly. 

To him, everything she was saying now was just an excuse for her tryst with Leopold! 

They arrived at the Starhaven International Hotel. 

Lysander dragged Thalassa to the presidential suite and threw her and the bag of clothes onto 

Thalassa sat up painfully, the bag landing on her chest, the clothes spilling out. 

She instinctively grabbed the clothes, and then looked at Lysander in terror. 

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He angrily removed his tie and approached her, his muscular chest pressing against her, enveloping her completely. 

His face was cold as ice, “You personally make clothes for him, and then go to a hotel with him at night. You really want to be with him, don’t you?” 

His body radiated a dangerously icy aura that sent chills down Thalassa’s spine. She tried to push herself up off the bed, but his body pinned her down, making it impossible for her to move. 

His eyes glinted with a beast-like coldness, as if he was about to tear her to pieces in the next second. 

Thalassa’s heart raced. She was terrified.