The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 420

Chapter 420 

His words caught Thalassa off guard, stirring an uneasy feeling within her. 

She did not respond to his words directly, asking instead, “Did you tend to your injuries?” 

That day in the hospital, he had a scrape on his face and limped on his leg, stubbornly refusing any treatment. 

Several days had passed since then. She was not sure whether he had taken care of his wounds or not. 

“You’ll find out when we meet,” Leopold responded. 

“I’m going to bed, Leopold. If there’s nothing else, I’m going to hang up,” Thalassa said. 

“If you don’t show up, I’ll call Lysander and challenge him to a fight. Whoever wins gets to be with you. Don’t worry, I’m willing to risk everything,” Leopold said, his voice tense, serious, and desperate. It was not impulsive, nor a threat. 

He was willing to risk his life for a chance to be with her. 

A sharp pain punctured Thalassa’s heart. 

She remembered how Leopold had driven his car recklessly that day, ready to risk everything without a second thought. 

She had no doubt that he would risk his life, especially when it was for her against Lysander. 

No matter the outcome, she would be the one to suffer. 

Lysander wouldn’t let her off easily. 

“Leopold, don’t do anything rash,” Thalassa quickly said. 

“If you don’t want me to do anything rash, then come out. I’m right under your apartment,” Leopold replied. 

Under her apartment? 

He must be in their old neighborhood! 

That neighborhood was three bus stops away from where she currently lived. 

But if she didn’t go, Leopold would surely do something drastic. 

“Wait a minute, I’m taking a shower. I’ll come down after I’m done,” Thalassa said. 

After hanging up, Thalassa quickly changed into clothes suitable for going out, grabbed her keys and backpack, and rushed down the stairs. She hailed a cab and told the driver to take her to their old neighborhood. 

Thalassa specifically asked the taxi driver to stop at the back gate of the neighborhood. 

She got out of the cab, entered the neighborhood, and circled around the back of the building. 

There, parked under the building, was a black Bentley. A man leaned against the car, dressed in a black and white tracksuit. His lean physique and chestnut hair were highlighted under the moonlight. His face, usually gentle and sunny, was wrapped in gauze, making him look somewhat desolate. 

It was Leopold. 

Thalassa quickened her steps to approach him. 

Leopold had been staring at the staircase of the building, but he suddenly saw Thalassa approaching from the side. She was wearing a beige maxi dress, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. It was still damp. Her oval face was dewy and pure, making her look like an angel. 

Leopold’s eyes softened as he watched her, filled with deep affection and pain. 

“How did you come from that side?” Leopold asked. 

Thalassa avoided his gaze slightly, “I came out from the back. What did you want to see me for?”