The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1618

Fitch, trembling under Lysander's intimidating gaze, hurried forward to report, "Lysander, I honestly don't know, I've never dealt with this before. But Ms. Everhart, she really cares about you. She just wants to see you back on your feet as soon as possible..."

Thalassa, shocked, chimed in, "I was right there when Dr. Funke got the call. Someone's offered to pay for your treatment. I asked Dr. Funke what was needed..."

Realizing she might have said too much, she abruptly stopped.

But it was already too late. Lysander's penetrating gaze turned towards her, making Thalassa's breath catch.

Once words are out, you can't take them back.

Lysander looked at Thalassa, her cautious demeanor causing him a pang of heartache.

He had avoided joining Thalassa for the visit to Dr. Funke's clinic, fearing Dr. Funke might take advantage of her willingness to help.

He didn't want to put Thalassa in a difficult position.

But it seems he had anyway.

"What did he ask for?" Lysander's voice was low and tinged with care, a stark contrast to the discomfort he felt at the thought of Thalassa being put in a tough spot.

Standing to the side, Rosalind could clearly sense the gentle and tender concern Lysander had for Thalassa, something she had never witnessed before.

Her heart filled with envy, discomfort, and frustration.

She had always known Lysander to be cold and distant, a man who seemed incapable of warmth.

But, as it turned out, it wasn't that he couldn't show warmth; he just wouldn't show it to her.

To Thalassa, he was as warm as a hot summer day, but to her, he was as cold as the midwinter ice.

Lysander was ready to cooperate.

Lydia, snapping back to reality, felt awkward and nervous, clutching the strap of her medical bag tighter. Facing Lysander, her nervousness escalated, making her heartbeat race.

Normally, she was confident and skilled in her practice, able to diagnose and treat with ease.

But now, confronted with Lysander, her mind was a mess, and she didn't know where to start.

Hesitating, she said with a shaky breath, "I... I think I need to use the restroom first..."

"I'll show you where it is," Thalassa quickly offered.

Once they reached the restroom and the door was closed behind them, Thalassa turned to Lydia, concern etched on her face. "What's going on? You're sweating bullets."