The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1055

Chapter 1055 

She wanted to leave him to live a life of freedom and spontaneity. Was that really so 

wrong? 

She only teamed up with Susan to drug him because she had her back against the wall. 

Susan had blackmailed her with a video of her mother, leaving her with no choice but to 

comply. 

Her rush to leave the hotel was to seek out Atticus and erase the video from Bruce’s 

possession, to remove the leverage Bruce’s family held over her. 

Only by erasing the threat could she find true liberation. 

Why did it have to be so hard for her, simply wanting a life without constraints? It was as if she had triggered his wrath, and he had gone mad with tormenting her. 

Thalassa’s eyes brimmed with tears, her jaw clenched in an effort to suppress the despair and pain welling up inside her. 

At her most distressed, she could no longer bear it and whispered, “Lysander, my stomach… it hurts so badly…” 

Her words were strained, voicing the physical agony she felt. 

Lysander, with his face flushed from his heated anger, had a voice as hoarse as gravel and eyes as unforgiving as ice. Upon hearing her, he spat out, “You’re lying to me again!” 

Last time at the Crest Summit hotel, when Lysander wanted to take her to the security 

claimed a stomach-ache to avoid it, which was a ploy 

room to check the survellianico 

to cover for the people who had kidnapped her! 

And now, she was trying the same trick. 

Thalassa’s body convulsed in pain. Sweat beaded on her forehead and dripped onto the bed, seeping into the pure cotton sheets. 

“I… I’m really having a stomach-ache…” she insisted through clenched teeth, gripping the bed sheet tightly. 

Lysander didn’t believe her; he was convinced she was playing games, and he showed no 

mercy. 

Suddenly, he caught the metallic scent of blood. 

His eyes found a streak of crimson. 

His expression darkened. 

She wasn’t lying this time. 

Chapter 1055 

Lysander hurriedly picked up the clothes from the floor and dressed swiftly, buttoning up with rapid precision. 

He found Thalassa’s clothes in the dresser and dressed her quickly. Then, he scooped her up in his arms and strode toward the exit with urgency. 

Thalassa clung to his shoulder, breathing heavily, enduring the sharp pain in her abdomen. Through her blurred vision, she saw beads of sweat forming on Lysander’s handsome, tense face. 

For a moment, her vision wavered, and she fancied that his strained, sweat-drenched 

appearance was due to nervousness… 

Was he nervous about her? 

No, that couldn’t be. 

She was less than dirt in his eyes; how could he possibly be nervous about her?