The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 911

Chapter 911 

Furthermore, Thalassa had her own reasons. When she needed to unwind, she’d retreat to Evelyn’s place-a sanctuary away from the ever-looming presence of Lysander. It granted her the solitude she craved. 

But if Evelyn moved into the Royal Estates, Thalassa’s refuge would be compromised. She’d be on edge even there, always on her. toes, ready to deal with Lysander’s incessant demands. There was no moment of relaxation for her body. 

No way was Thalassa about to subject herself to that kind of torment. 

Lysander’s deep-set eyes suddenly grew chilly, his face taut with tension. With a quick flick, he lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. 

“You’re bargaining with me using Leopold’s things?” His voice was a low growl, icy and restrained with anger. 

At the heart of it, she was always willing to accept whatever Leopold gave her, but not the things Lysander offered. She had maintained a consistent distance from him. 

She loved Leopold, and that’s why she was willing to take the house from him. 

With Lysander, it was mere obligation, so much so that she wouldn’t even accept his money! 

The nerve of her, harboring feelings for another man yet dreaming of becoming Mrs. Sinclair! 

He was determined not to follow in his father’s footsteps. 

Thalassa felt the sudden chill emanating from Lysander, her pupils quivered, and she was about to speak when the door from the downstairs room creaked open, and Evelyn’s groggy voice floated up. 

“Thalassa, who’s there?” 

Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat as she turned toward the sound and saw Evelyn. Her face flushed with panic as she quickly turned away, removing Lysander’s finger from her chin and his arm from around her waist. 

In a flurry, she stood up and walked over to Evelyn. “Mom, did we wake you up?” 

Her face was a jumble of embarrassment and discomfort. The close encounter she’d had with Lysander had been witnessed by Evelyn, and she was mortified. 

“What are you doing up so late?” Evelyn grasped Thalassa’s hand, her tone a mix of reprimand and concern. Then, turning to Lysander with a wary and polite smile, she said, “Mr. Sinclair, it’s quite late for a visit. I appreciate the thought. Would you like some water?” 

Evelyn made a move towards the kitchen.