The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 585

Chapter 585 

Thalassa’s heart fluttered with unease. 

The tone of his voice seemed to hint at concern. 

But she quickly dismissed it. 

How could he have possibly cared for her? 

He would have been doing her a favor if he didn’t kill her! 

If he had spared her, she would have been thanking her lucky stars. How could she have even dreamed of his concern? 

Furthermore, she couldn’t afford his concern anyway. 

“As long as you’re not around, I’m fine,” Thalassa managed to speak, her voice hoarse and painful. 

She had screamed herself hoarse last night. 

Luckily, she was still alive. 

Lysander’s face darkened. Her clear rejection only added to his irritation. 

He dropped a bag on the bed, “Get dressed and come with me. I’ll get you something to eat.” 

With that, he walked over to the sofa and crossed his legs in a leisurely manner, exuding an air of nobility. 

Thalassa glanced at him hesitantly. He was sitting with his back towards her, so she was safe for the moment. 

She bit her lip and struggled out of bed to grab the clothes, and headed to the bathroom. 

She didn’t dare to look in the mirror, afraid to see the damage. 

Visible to the naked eye, her skin was marred with countless bruises. 

After a quick shower and change, she emerged from the bathroom. 

Lysander’s gaze fell on her. He had brought her a long-sleeved blouse with a bow tie collar tucked into a pair of jeans. Her slender légs looked youthful and innocent in the attire. 

Lysander’s lips parted slightly, “Come here.” 

At his voice, Thalassa’s nerves tightened. She didn’t want to go, but the fear of angering him drove her to overcome her trepidation. 

He reached out and took her hand. His palm was rough, calloused, and warm. 

The moment he touched Thalassa’s cold hand, she felt a jolt of electricity surge through her. She quickly recovered and composed herself. 

Lysander led her out of the hotel room towards the restaurant they had visited before. 

They sat at the same table by the window, overlooking a small bridge, a bubbling brook, and an array of vibrant flowers. 

But Thalassa had no mind to appreciate the view. The constant pain was a reminder of the terrifying man who was beside her. 

She lowered her head, struggling to cut the steak on her plate. Despite her efforts, she couldn’t manage to get a bite.