The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 286

The black car, reflecting the colorful neon lights, slowly parked next to Thalassa.

The window rolled down, revealing a man with an incredibly handsome and stern face.

He looked at Thalassa. His deep eyes emanated a chill under the street lights.

This made Thalassa stiffen with nerves.

Why would Lysander show up now?

For the past few days, Lysander had hardly sought her out.

She thought it was because Charlotte had visited him at the company, and considering his fiancée, he didn't make any inappropriate demands or actions towards Thalassa.

She never expected that he would show up this late.

Thalassa was too terrified to speak. She wanted to run away, but the powerful aura of the man paralyzed her feet.

"Aren't you going to get in? Do I need to come out and invite you personally?" Lysander's cold voice rang out.

Thalassa snapped back to reality.

Could she run away?

Probably not. If she ran back now and was caught by Lysander, and he found out about the four kids at home, things would get even more complicated.

Nervous, Thalassa opened the car door and got in.

The atmosphere inside the car was extremely tense, the air seemingly frozen, making it hard for Thalassa to breathe.

The car started, adjusted its direction, and drove out of the neighborhood.

Nervously, Thalassa asked, "Mr. Sinclair, where are you taking me?"

Worried about Lysander's intimidation and about the four children at home.

"Sir, you're back," the butler, Fitch, greeted them at the door.

Lysander ignored him, still holding Thalassa's wrist, leading her into the hall, and throwing her onto the couch. He leaned over her, one foot on the floor and one knee on the edge of the couch, trapping Thalassa between him and the couch.

He grabbed her chin, and lifted up her face to look at him. His handsome face seemed frozen, "Thalassa, it seems you don't take my words seriously. Do you enjoy spending time with Leopold that much?"

Thalassa was terrified, looking into his deep and icy eyes, her heart racing, "Mr. Sinclair, you misunderstand. He came to return something of mine today."

As she finished speaking, the hand holding her chin tightened, her brows furrowed with pain.

Lysander clenched his teeth, his cold breath on her face as if to freeze her, "Why was your stuff with him? Can you explain?"

His icy eyes fell on the men's clothes she was wearing, the chill in his eyes deepening like a cold wind.