The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1224

Chapter 1224 

Lysander’s gaze was as chilling as a winter storm, sending an involuntary shiver down Thalassa’s spine as she inched backward, her eyes wide with fear. 

She had merely spoken the truth, unable to fathom what had suddenly ignited Lysander’s wrath. 

His eyes were as dark and unfathomable as the ocean depths, sharp as a rapier’s edge, bore into her without a word, yet their piercing intensity spoke volumes more than any speech could. 

An oppressive aura enveloped Thalassa, her heart pounding faster with each passing second. 

Cornered against the car door, she felt trapped with no more room to retreat. 

Lysander’s arm shot forward, and Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat. Instinctively bracing to evade, she was caught off guard as his large hand clasped her wrist, pulling her firmly back into her seat. 

“What’s there to fear?” His voice filled the confined space of the car. 

Thalassa’s shoulders tensed, her eyes darting to his hand gripping her wrist. His fingers were long and well-defined, his skin pale and cool to the touch-just like him, aloof and silent. 

She had intended to wriggle free, but the memory of Lysander effortlessly snapping Callum’s wrist halted her movements. A chill crept up her spine, spreading a wave of dread throughout her body. 

Thalassa, frightened and on edge, managed a timid, “Nothing… nothing at all.” 

Did he not realize what she feared? 

With just one sentence from her, the atmosphere around him had turned icy, the kind of cold that could freeze a person solid. 

It was intimidating and bone-chilling. 

Lysander released her wrist and averted his gaze. He resumed his rigid posture, focusing on the road ahead as if nothing had transpired 

Thalassa cautiously shifted, settling into her seat, wary of making any sudden movements that might provoke him again. 

He was an enigma, unpredictable and inscrutable. 

The mood in the car, already heavy from Lysander’s sudden ire, grew even more oppressive. 

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Chapter 1224 

Though Lysander had returned to his original posture, the coldness emanating from him had not dissipated, making the already cramped space feel even more suffocating. 

Thalassa remained silent, her heart still racing. 

The tension lasted until the car pulled up to the Royal Estates. 

The driver’s voice broke the silence, “Mr. Sinclair, Ms. Everhart, we’ve arrived.” 

Thalassa didn’t rush to open the door, fearful of upsetting Lysander again. She cautiously glanced at him, waiting for him to exit first. 

Lysander’s piercing look sent a jolt of panic through her, just as it had before. 

He held back whatever storm brewed within, merely glancing at Thalassa before stepping