The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1493

As soon as Thalassa finished her question, she saw Reginald twist around in his seat, waving towards the door. “Rosalind, over here!”

Following his gesture, Thalassa noticed Rosalind, dressed a crisp white blouse paired with a sleek black pencil skirt, her hair cascading over her shoulders. With an aura of elegance and intelligence, she maneuvered a wheelchair towards them.

Seated in the wheelchair was a man initially obscured by the door. As Rosalind pushed him closer, Thalassa finally got a good look at him. With striking features and a commanding presence, even seated, he radiated an air of undeniable charisma and authority.

Clad in a tailor-made black suit, he seemed to eclipse everything around him, his piercing gaze locking onto Thalassa, making the air around them feel almost solid.

Despite being in a wheelchair, his majestic aura remained unaffected.

Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of him!

It was Lysander!

Why was he in a wheelchair? Did it mean that even though he had regained consciousness, he ended up disabled?

As Thalassa stared at Lysander, she found herself frozen, her usually steady heart now racing as though it might leap out of her chest. It had been three years since their last real encounter. His eyes, still as deep and mesmerizing as ever, seemed capable of drawing one’s soul into their depths.

As they locked eyes, Thalassa’s heart raced even faster, her breathing becoming labored.

“Rosalind, Mr. Sinclair, welcome. Please have a seat,” Reginald said, standing up to greet them.

Callum, seizing the moment, also rose from his seat.

The way she said his name was incredibly endearing. Even Thalassa, upon hearing such words, felt a softening in her heart. Surely, Lysander must relish being addressed so affectionately.

Had Rosalind been taking care of him all this while?

Thalassa felt a pang of discomfort at the thought.

“Thalassa, you should have some shrimp too. You’ve always loved them,” Callum interjected, placing a peeled shrimp in her bowl – a gesture of care he had taken upon himself.

Thalassa caught her breath, instinctively glancing towards Lysander.