The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet



Thalassa's head spun a little as she was called "madam" again, a reminder of how easily one could get lost in a sea of flattery. It was indeed dizzying to hear such sweet nothings.

Without any objection, she got into the car.

Soon, David had driven Thalassa to their destination.

It was an upscale Chinese restaurant, designed with traditional architectural elements that instantly transported you back in time. Stepping into the restaurant felt like walking into a place where history and culture were deeply intertwined, calming the soul.

In a private dining room named "Breeze Pavilion," Thalassa found Lysander sitting by the window, dressed in a bespoke black suit that spoke volumes of his elegance and authority. The natural light filtering through the ornate windows bathed Lysander in a warm glow, casting a mix of light and shadow that accentuated his dignified posture.

The moment Thalassa saw Lysander, her heart skipped a beat.

Even after all these years together, seeing him still set her heart aflutter a testament to the enduring beauty of love.

The moment Lysander's deep gaze met Thalassa's, a faint smile graced his lips. "Thalassa, come sit here," he beckoned her to join him.

Without hesitation, Thalassa moved to sit by his side, immediately catching the subtle scent of sandalwood that was uniquely Lysander's—a fragrance that halted her breath for a moment.

The body never lies. In the presence of the one you love, even the smallest detail can send your heart racing.

"Why book such a large dining room for just the two of us? Isn't this a bit much?" Thalassa remarked, glancing around the large round table clearly meant for ten.

It seemed rather extravagant for just them.

Before Lysander could reply, two more guests entered the room.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"Lysander Thalassa, you're already here. Sorry, we got caught in a bit of traffic, apologized Joshua, his scholarly charm evident, with a woman by his side.

The woman, dressed in a manner that radiated intellect and grace, was none other than Rosalind.

Joshua and Rosalind? Thalassa was still piecing things together, unaware of why they were dining with Joshua and Rosalind.

She offered a polite smile in greeting, then looked questioningly at Lysander.

"I invited Mr. Whitman for dinner.

We're getting married, so naturally, we had to invite Mr. Whitman to celebrate," Lysander explained, catching Thalassa's questioning gaze.

He was referring to a celebratory dinner with Joshua and Rosalind.

Thalassa was momentarily taken aback, surprised that Lysander had

already shared the news of their

marriage certificate with Joshua

without consulting her first.

Though caught off guard, Thalassa's ability to handle unexpected situations shone through.

She returned Joshua's greeting with a polite nod, saying, "No worries, we've only just arrived," acknowledging his earlier apology.

"What I'd really love to hear," Joshua said, a hint of melancholy in his voice, "is for you to call me 'Dad'."