The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 371

Lysander's eyes were dark and chilly, his icy gaze threatening to freeze her. His teeth clenched in frustration. He snarled, "Starving yourself now, huh? Good for you."

His words dripped with sarcasm, and his aura was cold and oppressive.

Thalassa bore his anger, her delicate brows furrowed as she fought for her freedom. "Let me go. You can't keep me locked up forever."

She had to get back. Her children needed her, and she needed them.

"And why not? You don't want to eat, right? Fine, from now on, you won't have to." With that, he gripped her nape and dragged her out of the master bedroom, out of the grand hall of the Royal Estates, and into the backyard.

In the backyard was a small bungalow. The butler, seeing him approach, promptly opened the bungalow door.

Lysander roughly pushed her inside, throwing her into the bungalow, his voice filled with suppressed anger. "From now on, you'll stay here. You're not allowed to eat without my permission!"

With that, he turned and left the bungalow, returning to the main villa hall.

He ordered Fitch, "Lock the backyard door! If anyone lets her in or secretly feeds her, they'll be severely punished!"

Fitch stammered his agreement, "Yes, sir." and quickly closed the backyard door.

Thalassa was baffled and hurt, rubbing her sore neck as she looked around. The bungalow was filled with various vases and jars, and old, yellowing paintings hung on the walls.

All the vases, jars, and paintings appeared to be antiques. Some were even speckled with marks of history.

She turned a full circle, taking in the numerous oil paintings on the walls and the array of vases, jars, and brooches on the tables. This was a room full of antiques, worth a fortune.

Not just the dragon pendant, his collection was filled with paintings, ceramics, silver and gold items, and bronzes, all bearing the marks of time and history.

After admiring the antiques, Thalassa noticed that the bungalow door was open. She tried to re-enter the main villa hall but found the backyard door locked.

She realized that Lysander intended to confine her in the backyard. Her brows furrowed in frustration, she returned to the bungalow.

To her dismay, there was no bed, no blanket, just a few tables, chairs, and the cold antiques.

Night had fallen.

Was she expected to sleep here tonight?