The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1362

Chapter 1362 

Lysander’s grip tightened around Thalassa’s hand, unyielding, not allowing her to pull away. His handsome features were set in a determined, almost domineering expression, his eyes locking onto hers. 

In the depths of his gaze, like the dark waters of a secluded lake, lay a month’s worth of longing for her. 

“It’s been a month, Thalassa. Hasn’t your heart eased even a bit?” Lysander’s voice, low and magnetic, inquired. 

During this past month, he’d been abroad not just for work but to give Thalassa time-time to find solace, to heal from the loss of her mother. 

He knew that once her mood lightened, discussions of marriage would flow much more 

smoothly. 

Thalassa couldn’t pry her hand from his grasp; his palm was like a vice, holding her fiercely. If she struggled too much, she’d only hurt herself. 

like W 

Just like every time before, his overbearing confinement left her more wounded the harder she fought. 

He was the same as ever, imperious, never considering her feelings. 

Thalassa’s breaths were uneven, and she gave up resisting, her eyes cold as she met Lysander’s stare. “Your parents have been dead for so many years. Have you found comfort yet?” 

Her gaze was unwavering, steadfast with a glint of hatred, fearless, and tinged with stubborn anger. 

It shook Lysander to his core, his heart feeling as if hammered by a massive forc 

The strength in his fingers eased. 

Sensing the loosening grip, Thalassa quickly withdrew her hand and turned, headi inside the house. 

Lysander stood frozen, watching her retreating figure disappear into the house, his b slightly furrowed, his dark eyes tinged with sorrow. 

Thalassa still blamed him for urging Evelyn to go to the police and testify against Bruce for fraud, which in turn provoked Bruce, leading to Evelyn’s demise. 

He understood her pain all too well; when his parents passed, he was shrouded in darkness for over two decades, never quite emerging from the shadows. 

Thalassa and her mother had only each other, their bond far deeper than what he had wit his parents. 

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Her mother’s death would undoubtedly cause her immense suffering. 

Lysander flexed the hand that had held Thalassa’s wrist, the coolness of her skin seemingly lingering in his palm. 

It was like the chill of morning dew, seeping into the soul, chilling the heart. 

So this was how it felt when Thalassa harbored hatred for him-an unavoidable, heart-wrenching coldness.