The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1482

Thalassa bowed her head, her gaze lingering on the suitcase before her, a bittersweet sensation churning in her gut.

She had imagined being there for Lysander the moment he awoke, continuing to care for him, sharing countless words she'd stored up just for him. She wanted to tell him how much she'd longed for his awakening over these past three years, to talk about their future and dreams.

But to her dismay, Lysander's first act upon waking was to send her away. He wouldn't even grant her the courtesy of a final meeting.

Thalassa yearned to confront Lysander, to demand why, but the bodyguard was adamant, barring her entry, leaving her with a thousand unaskable whys.

Dragging her suitcase, Thalassa could do nothing but leave the grandeur of Royal Estates behind.

As she drove toward Star Harbor Villa, her mind was a whirlwind of memories. The countless moments she had spent caring for Lysander flooded her thoughts.

Recalling his words just before the accident haunted her; he had said, "We're square now, no debts between us."

That phrase clenched her heart.

It dawned on her why Lysander had sent her away. He had declared their accounts settled three years ago. No debts meant no need for goodbyes.

The weight of those words struck her deeply. Thalassa wondered if Lysander had felt a similar sting each time she had uttered them in the past, if her words had wounded him as deeply as his now wounded her.

He had once insisted on marriage, yet she had blamed him for her mother's untimely death, stubbornly drawing a line between them and vowing to sever ties forever.

But now, with her mother gone and her children sent to a military academy by Zephyr, she was cut off from them. Her daily purpose, caring for Lysander, was no longer needed now that he had woken up.

She felt like a discarded pawn, suddenly bereft of direction and hope. Lost in a fog of confusion, her heart felt hollowed out.

The loss of life's purpose was a profound kind of anguish, a hollowness that seemed to carve out her soul.

Amid the weight of her heavy breaths on the couch, Thalassa's phone rang, its melody dragging her from the depths of despair. She fished it out of her pocket and saw Hertha's name on the caller ID.

Quickly swiping to answer, she took a deep breath, her voice laden with concern, "Hertha, how are you feeling now? Are you better?"