The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 745

Lysander was working on the tail of a large Maine lobster, busily wrestling it from its shell.

Thalassa paid him no mind, completely engrossed in her own meal.

In a short while, Lysander had extracted the succulent tail meat, dipped it in cocktail sauce, and placed it in her plate. "Eat it fast, or it won't be as tender," he advised.

Thalassa looked at Lysander, astonished and taken aback.

He had shelled the lobster for HER.

She was about to thank him when she remembered that he seemed not to like hearing her say thanks, so she bit her tongue.

Then she began to eat the lobster while asking, "What were you doing with Charlotte in the room yesterday?"

Considering his energy level yesterday, it didn't seem like he'd been with another woman. But she had literally heard a woman's moans from his room.

It made her blush even as a woman herself.

"Just getting back at her for you," Lysander replied casually as he cut into his steak.

Thalassa looked at him, not understanding at first. But then it clicked. Charlotte had hired two men to violate her; Lysander had found out and was punishing Charlotte.

"So what exactly happened in the room?" Thalassa inquired.

What did getting back at Charlotte have to do with the noises she had made?

"The two men from before were there too," Lysander replied as he sent a piece of steak into his mouth and chewed leisurely.

Thalassa's eyes widened in surprise.

So Charlotte had made those noises because Lysander had let those two men have their way with her while he watched?

The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

Rich people really had their way around it. She thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Lysander asked, his voice soft but penetrating.

That's when he realized that the video Charlotte had sent was meant to drive a wedge between them. She was the puppet master.

"Right, that's what happened. I've tried to explain it a few times, but you wouldn't give me a chance," Thalassa replied. She had tried to call him, but he didn't answer.

"That doesn't make it okay for you to say you love him and can’t get him!" Lysander snapped, his handsome face dark and tense with anger.

"You should know your place!" He added.

"What is my place then? His aunt maybe?" Thalassa asked.

"In your dreams," Lysander retorted with an aloof tone.

His words hit her like a bucket of ice-cold water. Thalassa asked, "If I'm not Bruce's daughter, would you let me go or would you let me become Leopold's aunt?"

"Even if you aren't Bruce's daughter, you will still just be mine. Don't you dare dream of marrying into the Sinclair family, got it?" Lysander stated clearly.

Thalassa's hopeful heart sank into deeper abyss. She felt as if she were being suffocated. Her hand holding the fork was jabbing at the lobster in her plate without rhythm. "I understand..." she murmured.