The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 848

Thalassa and Hertha sought shelter in a gazebo by the beach, taking in the view of the rainbow that arched across the sky after a heavy downpour.

"Thalassa, look, there’s such a grand rainbow in the middle of the sea!" Hertha exclaimed, tugging at Thalassa's hand as she pointed at the horizon.

Thalassa lifted her gaze, and indeed, there was a rainbow resembling an arch, breathing life into the otherwise dull, gray seascape. Her eyes, dry from crying, were transfixed on this spectacle of nature.

"Summer showers are often short-lived, and rainbows always follow the rain," Hertha said those comforting words as she turned to look at Thalassa.

Thalassa didn't respond; her gaze was still fixated on the horizon. Suddenly, a dark shadow obscured her view of the rainbow, a presence that was innately powerful and overwhelming.

Her vision blurred momentarily before focusing on Lysander's handsome, aloof face. She blinked, thinking her eyes were playing tricks. But when she looked again, she was still greeted by the tall and imposing figure striding toward her.

And trailing behind him were four little ones.

"Mommy!"

"Mommy!"

"Mommy!"

"Mommy!"

Their soft childish voices chimed in unison. They had been obediently following Lysander just a moment ago, but upon seeing Thalassa, the kids broke into a run and scampered towards her. Their short legs were waddling like little penguins, looking both cute and soothing.

Leopold was gone. Today was the day of his funeral. Her heart was heavy with grief, overshadowing everything else, even her fear of thunderstorms.

"Mommy, why didn't you come with us to that brother’s funeral? Daddy said that he was our big brother," Dorian asked. Standing next to Thalassa, his small hand resting on her thigh and his bright eyes gazing at her curiously.

Thalassa's heart fluttered a little at his question. Not being able to attend Leopold's funeral was a regret she had to live with, something she was powerless against.

Caught off guard by Dorian's question, she was unsure how to respond.

Just as she was about to fumble for an answer, Lysander's tall figure loomed over her, his dark shadow completely eclipsing her view.

Thalassa held her breath and thought he would make a move in the first place.