The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 468

Thalassa's heart pounded within her chest and her hands were tugging at her shirt as if they were tearing the fabric apart. That’s when a familiar voice rang out.

"Alright, get back to work. Sophia needs to get ready for school, so I'll talk to you later. Bye."

With that, the call ended.

Thalassa heaved a sigh of relief, turning her gaze towards Lysander. His deep, penetrating gaze met hers, filling her with unease.

"Next time, don't use such sweet words with others." Lysander's voice was icy as he handed her back her phone.

Thalassa was puzzled, "But that was just a four-year-old kid."

"I said no, and I mean it!" Lysander's tone was assertive, his eyes piercing.

"I understand." Thalassa lowered her gaze in acquiescence.

But inside, she was grumbling. People would think he’s even jealous of a child; but the truth is, this super domineering man is controlling me in every way possible. She thought.

He didn't want her getting too close to other men.

He didn't want her to express any affection toward others.

He was trying to mold her entire being to his liking.

This realization left Thalassa feeling suffocated.

With a final, piercing glance, Lysander turned and left the room.

The air was not as tense as before, so Thalassa breathed a sigh of relief.

She tidied up and descended the stairs, but found Lysander was nowhere to be seen.

She asked Fitch, "Where did Lysander go?"

"He's working in the study. Ms. Everhart, breakfast is ready. Please eat." Fitch was as respectful and polite as always.

Despite the previous day's events, Fitch's attitude towards Thalassa hadn't changed.

The door to the antique collection room was made of glass. Thalassa tried to push it open, but found it locked.

She peered inside, noting that the display table, once crowded with a variety of porcelain and jade, now held only a few pieces.

Perhaps the items she had broken had not yet been restored.

Thalassa scanned the room, her gaze sweeping across every corner in search of the circular pendant.

But after a thorough search, there was no sign of it.

"Looking for another one?" A cold, magnetic voice sounded from behind her.

Thalassa jumped, her heart pounding as she turned to face the pair of dangerous eyes. She stuttered, "No, not at all. I was just looking for the circular pendant..."

"Do you like it that much?" Lysander moved closer, his cold, dangerous aura enveloping her.

His towering figure cast a long shadow over Thalassa. She shuddered, stepping back without giving much thought.