The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1496

Lysander glanced at the chowder on the table before his gaze shifted to the documents laid out in front of him. With a casual air, he said, "I'm not hungry. Let me see those papers."

"Oh, these ones?" Rosalind picked up the documents that were in front of Reginald.

As Lysander reached out, she handed them over to him.

Lysander flipped through the pages, from the first to the last. It was a jewelry design proposal, complete with design concepts and sketches. Though only partial sketches were included, they were enough to reveal the designer's skill.

Lysander's deep gaze turned to Reginald as he asked, "Did Thalassa design this?"

Reginald shrugged, "Of course."

Hearing this, Lysander's expression hardened. It had been three years since he last saw her, transitioning from a secretary to a jewelry designer. Avoiding all contact with him and never stepping foot in Royal Estates again, was this her way of striving for a career? And her method involved getting close to Callum?

This thought made Lysander's temples throb, a hidden pain stirring within him.

Three years ago, her relationship with Callum was ambiguous. Had she been with Callum all this time?

"Lysander, do you think this design works?" Rosalind, noticing Lysander's tense demeanor and the shift in his aura, blinked and asked tenderly.

Closing the file, Lysander said, "You're the designer, you decide."

He put the documents on the table and began to push his wheelchair, turning to leave.

Rosalind, anxious, looked towards Reginald for help.

So, Rosalind brought Lysander along, not expecting to encounter Thalassa! And to find out the design sketches were Thalassa's work!

In the car, with the driver in front and Rosalind and Lysander in the back, Rosalind noticed Lysander's stern expression and his silence throughout the ride. She said apologetically, "Lysander, I'm sorry. I had no idea Thalassa would be at the meeting. If I had known, I wouldn't have come. I hate to see you upset."

Lysander's jaw was set, his voice deep as he responded, "She's not worth my upset."

Rosalind gazed at Lysander, struck by his profile—sharp, handsome, noble, almost regal in his beauty, breathtakingly so. His current aloof demeanor and his words made Rosalind's heart race with excitement.

Had Zephyr's advice worked? Was Lysander beginning to dismiss Thalassa, looking down on her?

If Lysander could clear his heart of her, Rosalind saw a chance to make a place for herself there.