The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1515

Thalassa kept soothing herself that it was time to move on.

Staring into the mirror, she took in her pale reflection and her wretched face streaked with tears as a self-deprecating smile twisted her lips.

"Thalassa, it's been three years. Why are you still such a wreck? Why can't you live freely for yourself just like everyone else?" She said to herself.

Yeah, living freely, not caring about anyone who didn’t matter.

From now on, the only people who matter in her life would be her four kids and her aunt.

With some effort, Thalassa managed to adjust her emotions, wiping her face dry with a tissue before turning to leave the bathroom.

As she stepped out, she accidentally bumped into a wheelchair, losing her balance and instinctively lunging forward.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, trying to steady herself, only to lock eyes with Lysander's distinct, breathtakingly handsome face.

Her breath hitched, and she struggled to keep from falling forward.

But panic only made things worse.

Unable to regain her balance, she fell into the wheelchair and right into Lysander's arms. Her chest happened to crash right against his solid chest, her face against his, their noses bumping. Before she could even flinch from the pain, her lips unintentionally found his.

The sequence of events was both swift and unexpected.

Thalassa felt that the cool sensation on her lips and the robust breath of the man were striking her face with that familiar, intoxicating masculine scent that enveloped her, making her heart race so fiercely.

Her eyes widened as she was staring at Lysander's face, so close and striking.

Despite he’s bound to a wheelchair with his injured legs, she would never look down on him.

How could she possibly look down or mock him for being in a wheelchair?

Worried he might think she disrespected him, Thalassa earnestly clarified.

"Upset? Weren't you happy with Callum? You're the type to cut off anything that upsets you. How could you be upset?" Lysander's grip on Thalassa's wrist tightened as he forced her to meet his gaze.

Their eyes locked, and he could see every emotion reflected in hers. Her eyes, clear and wide with panic and tension, were filled with the fear of intimacy with him.

What was she afraid of? Making Callum jealous?

"Callum is just a client interested in buying designs. We're not together," Thalassa clarified.