The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 64

His brow was slightly furrowed, but he didn't sweat it, pressing on.

David followed behind, looking like he might keel over any minute and take a tumble into the nearby field. The field was full of rice paddies, all filled with water. If he slipped, he'd be a mess of mud, and it wouldn't be a pretty sight.

David's shaky gait was because the man in front of him was a veteran. Lysander had been trained in balance, while David was just a regular office drone.

Naturally, his balance wasn't as good as Lysander's.

Soon, he was left behind by Lysander.

Lysander headed towards the cemetery, while David was still struggling on the narrow path.

Over here, after paying their respects, Evelyn and Astrid took the four kids to pick reeds in the dried-up pond, keeping the kids entertained.

The reeds were tall, completely hiding them once they went in.

At the graves, only Thalassa and Isabella were left.

Thalassa was tidying up the place.

Isabella couldn't be bothered to lift a finger; she just sat on a cushion off to the side, catching some Z's.

Lysander walked over, his gaze falling on Thalassa first. His eyes were slightly cold, questioning, "Thalassa, what are you doing here?"

His voice was deep and pleasant, sounding unreal in the openness of the outdoors.

Thalassa thought she misheard. She was bent over cleaning, and when she looked up, her eyes met the unwrinkled legs of his trousers. She followed the line up.

She looked up to see a man, dressed to the nines with an air of elegance, standing in front of her. His features were sharp, his eyes deep, his lashes long, and his lips sensual.

In this rustic setting, his handsomeness and elegance were like a god walking among mortals.

Thalassa's heart raced when she first saw him, stunned by his good looks.

The next moment, she hastily stood up, her eyes wide in surprise, stuttering, "Mr. Sinclair, what are you doing here?"

Behind the graves were willow trees, their branches hanging low, partially shading the graves like umbrellas.

Lysander's eyes swept over them, landing on the name Celia on one of the monuments.

The monument looked very clean, like someone had just tidied it up, and there were some offerings in front of it.

He had assumed there would be a picture of Celia on the monument, but to his surprise, there was only a name.

He looked at the other monuments; they were all the same.

It seemed that in Hollowbrook tradition, pictures of the deceased were not placed on the monuments.

Isabella noticed that Lysander didn't step on the cushion she had laid out, but she didn't feel awkward. She smiled and said, "Mr. Sinclair, this is my cousin Celia's grave. You can pay your respects to her."

Thalassa was curious about the connection between Lysander and Celia. Why had he come to mourn her?

She stepped forward to ask, "Mr. Sinclair, I'm very grateful that you've come to mourn my cousin, but I want to know why you've come to mourn her. Did you know her?"