The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 201

At that moment, inside the car, Lysander's deep voice echoed, "Thalassa, I'm giving you a chance, take back what you said this afternoon."

Those heartless statements—she must've blurted them out in anger.

He was giving her a chance to take them back but all Thalassa could think about right now was, her daughter can't see her; the window needed to close quickly!

She was in the midst of a fierce mental tug-of-war.

She totally missed what Lysander said.

Her head was practically buried in her knees, thinking they can't take her children away! "That's not happening!"

She muttered angrily without realizing it.

Lysander's face turned gloomy in an instant, as cold as a winter night’s sky.

He had never seen such an ungrateful woman!

Lysander was filled with rage, driving the car at breakneck speed.

In less than two minutes, they arrived at the entrance of the old residential area. Fuming, he didn't bother to escort her inside, he stopped the car and said coldly, "Get out!"

Thalassa was surprised. Hearing the anger in his words, she shrank her neck, obediently opened the car door, and got out.

Then Lysander reversed the car abruptly, stepped on the gas, and sped off.

The exhaust from the car wafted into Thalassa's face.

She fanned away the exhaust with her hand, scoffing at his exhaust fumes and saying, "What a weirdo!"

He insisted on driving her home, but he ended up getting angry. How absurd!

She didn't provoke him.

But it was better that he didn't escort her inside, so she didn't have to be on tenterhooks. What if she ran into other problems?

Seeing Lysander leave, Thalassa let out a sigh of relief and walked towards home.

Noticing her resistance and stopping him from getting closer, Leopold stopped in fear of frightening her, maintaining a step's distance. His eyes revealing a hint of sadness, he said, "Thalassa, I know I messed up. Every single day these past five years, I've been regretting. If I hadn't gotten drunk that day, if I hadn't only thought about sleeping with you so I could marry you, I would not have fallen into Isabella's trap."

"Stop talking!" Thalassa interrupted him coldly.

Her breath quickened, her clear eyes fixed on him, and she said firmly, "Leopold, you have your life and I have mine; let's not bring up the past anymore; it's over. You don't need my forgiveness, whether I forgive you or not doesn't matter anymore."

"No, Thalassa, you still have me in your heart, you haven't let go, right?" Leopold was most afraid of her uttering those decisive words. He took a step forward, ready to grab her shoulder, to look into her eyes, and to understand what she truly felt.

Just as he moved a step closer, Thalassa instinctively retreated, maintaining a safe distance. "No, I let go of you a long time ago."

"You're lying to me." Leopold stopped, his eyes filled with hurt, refusing to accept it.

"I'm not lying to you." Thalassa said, heated up.

"Why haven't you gotten married in these five years or even had a boyfriend?" Leopold retorted, trying to make her admit that she still loved him.

"That's because." Thalassa was eager to explain, but her words trailed off when she saw his hopeful and anxious eyes.