The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1105

Chapter 1105 

Thalassa rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath. 

She had tried to warn him but to no avail. Wasn’t he the least bit grossed out that he was eating the spaghetti she had already twirled on her fork, with her saliva all over it? 

Evelyn, holding a fresh plate of steaming spaghetti, was about to set it down in front of Lysander when she noticed that he was already digging into the one Thalassa had been eating from. 

Evelyn shot Thalassa a surprised look, realizing that Lysander had taken the initiative himself. She placed the extra plate beside Lysander and turned to Thalassa, “Sweetie, you 

sit and eat. I’m beat. Off to bed for me.” 

With that, Evelyn spun on her heel and headed to her room. 

Evelyn might have been a straight-shooter and liked to nag Thalassa and vent her frustrations, but she was no fool. 

She knew she’d be the third wheel if she stayed. So, she briskly retreated to her room, leaving them to their privacy. 

Thalassa could read Evelyn’s mind like an open book. Her mother would rant about Lysander hogging her youth without taking responsibility, yet she also orchestrated opportunities for them to be together. Thalassa could never quite figure out her mother’s angle. 

Thalassa slid into the seat next to Lysander, exactly where Evelyn had deliberately placed the spaghetti, obviously to position her close to him. 

Thalassa pursed her lips, picked up a fork, and elegantly started eating her spaghetti. 

“Do you 

need something from me?” she asked between bites. 

He had first shown up at the Crawley Group and then had followed her to Star Harbor Villa. It must be something significant for him to make the trip twice. 

“Eat now, talk later,” Lysander’s deep voice resonated with a note of command. 

Thalassa pressed her lips together. She clammed up. 

They ate in silence, the only sounds being Thalassa’s delicate slurping of the spaghetti and the soft clink of cutlery. Not a peep was heard from Lysander. 

Curiosity got the better of her, and she glanced at Lysander. He ate his spaghetti with such grace and poise, not a sound to be heard. 

How does he manage that? 

Thalassa could never eat spaghetti without making some noise – something that 

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highlighted the gap between them. Those small details always seemed to emphasize 

their differences. 

Feeling a lump in her throat, Thalassa focused on finishing her meal. When she looked up again, Lysander was done as well. 

She stood up to clear the plates and wash them in the kitchen. Coming back, she intended to ignore Lysander and head straight to her room. 

But just as she passed the dining table, Lysander’s baritone voice halted her, “Sit.” 

Thalassa paused, took a deep breath, and fought the urge to walk away. 

Why should she listen to him?