The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 420

His words caught Thalassa off guard, stirring an uneasy feeling within her.

She did not respond to his words directly, asking instead, "Did you tend to your injuries?"

That day in the hospital, he had a scrape on his face and limped on his leg, stubbornly refusing any treatment.

Several days had passed since then. She was not sure whether he had taken care of his wounds or not.

"You'll find out when we meet," Leopold responded.

"I'm going to bed, Leopold. If there's nothing else, I'm going to hang up," Thalassa said.

"If you don't show up, I'll call Lysander and challenge him to a fight. Whoever wins gets to be with you. Don't worry, I'm willing to risk everything," Leopold said, his voice tense, serious, and desperate. It was not impulsive, nor a threat.

He was willing to risk his life for a chance to be with her.

A sharp pain punctured Thalassa's heart.

She remembered how Leopold had driven his car recklessly that day, ready to risk everything without a second thought.

She had no doubt that he would risk his life, especially when it was for her against Lysander.

No matter the outcome, she would be the one to suffer.

Lysander wouldn't let her off easily.

"Leopold, don't do anything rash," Thalassa quickly said.

"If you don't want me to do anything rash, then come out. I'm right under your apartment," Leopold replied.

Under her apartment?

He must be in their old neighborhood!

That neighborhood was three bus stops away from where she currently lived.

But if she didn't go, Leopold would surely do something drastic.

While speaking, Thalassa looked somewhat uneasy, glancing around.

Seeing the medical gauze on his face, she knew he had treated his injuries, which eased her worries.

Leopold grasped her thin shoulders with both hands, staring at her seriously and worriedly, "You washed your hair before the wound on your forehead healed. What if it got infected?"

He only noticed when she got closer that the bandage on her forehead had been removed. The egg-sized wound on her forehead had formed a fresh red scar. Half of it was hidden by her hair, the other half exposed.

Leopold's heart ached at the sight.

He was so close to her that she could smell the sweet scent of soap on him.

It was a scent so familiar and deeply etched into her memory. The countless times he had held her in his arms, she had contentedly breathed in his pleasant scent.

But now, that scent became an everlasting pain in her heart and something she would rather avoid.

Thalassa's heart fluttered, making her even more uneasy. She took a step back to avoid his touch and said, "The wound has already scarred. And I was very careful when I washed my hair. It didn't get wet."