The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57 

Thalassa managed to make over a grand from this part-time gig 

Plus, she used her own bank account this time, so she didn’t have to worry about Evelyn swiping the money to gamble it away 

Humming a tune. Thalassa returned home to a pitch-black house Evelyn and the kids were already snoozing 

She whipped out her phone and sent Hertha three thousand, took a shower, and hit the hay 

That night, Thalassa slept like a baby, free from the weight of debt 

She even had a plan for the kids milk powder and clothes. 

Thalassa rented a two-bedroom apartment. Evelyn and the kids occupied one room, and Thalassa took the other 

In her dream, she was perched on Lysander’s lap. His handsome face was so close that she could see every pore. His skin was firm and springy. radiating power. The potent smell of his masculinity filled the air around her, and his hot breath made her shiver. 

Her body responded on its own accord. 

She was actually cradling Lysander’s perfect face in her hands, puckering up his lips. She laughed and said. “Ha, Lysander, you’ve fallen into my trap. Come on, give me a kiss. You can’t escape now 

With that, she puckered her lips and leaned in for a kiss. 

Wow, such a perfect and handsome man was hers. Awesome! 

“Lysander” 

Suddenly a smack on her forehead jolted her awake. 

She opened her eyes to Evelyn’s angry face, a stark contrast to the face in her dream 

“Daydreaming again? Look at the sun, it’s high time you got up!” Evelyn scolded. “You’re in your twenties and still single, not even with a boyfriend. You’re going on a blind date in a few days”” 

Evelyn was both disgusted and worried. 

Thalassa was a normal woman, She’d been taking care of four kids for years without a single male friend. Any man who showed interest in her bolted 

when they learned about the kids. 

Look at her so lonely, she was dating men in her dreams. 

She was just chuckling in her sleep, puckering up to kiss someone. Evelyn couldn’t bear to watch. 

Thalassa rubbed her throbbing forehead, looking wronged. 

Strange, why was she dreaming about Lysander? And even wanting to get intimate with him in her dream. 

It must be because Lysander had her sit on his lap last night. That suggestive pose and his words left a deep impression.