The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1619

Lydia clutched Thalassa's hand, her fingers trembling slightly with nerves as she whispered, "Was that guy really the father of your kids?"

"Yeah, that's Lysander," Thalassa confirmed.

"Oh my gosh, so he really is our commander! I thought it was just a coincidence of names." Lydia gasped in shock.

Her excitement mixed with anxiety, Lydia confessed, "When I was in the army, Lysander was our unit's commander, and I was one of his soldiers. After he was discharged, I never got the chance to see him again. And now, to think I'm about to treat him like a lab rat..."

That was her former boss, a devilishly tough training officer. How could she not be nervous about not only meeting him again but also having to administer injections to him?

It made sense now why Lydia had saluted Lysander so formally upon seeing him; Thalassa finally understood the reason behind Lydia's unusual behavior earlier.

Trying to offer some comfort, Thalassa said, "Try to relax, just think of him as any other guy."

"But he's not just any other guy, how can I possibly do that?" Lydia struggled to find her calm.

"Listen," Thalassa held Lydia's hand tighter, trying to offer solace, "the person you're treating now isn't your commander; it's Lysander, the father of my children. Just think about helping me by treating my kids' dad, and maybe that will help you relax."

"Alright, I'll give it a shot." Lydia took a deep breath, attempting to adjust her mindset.

After spending a few moments collecting herself in the restroom, Lydia emerged with a resolved expression and a determined look in her eyes, ready to face whatever came next.

Thalassa quickly followed her out.

Lysander was still waiting by the sofa, with Rosalind having taken a seat next to him, claiming the spot beside Lysander for herself.

Both of them watched as Lydia and Thalassa approached.

Lydia took a chair and placed it in front of Lysander, saying, "Commander, could you please extend your arm?"

Jealousy and irritation doubled in Rosalind's heart as another woman seemed to be encroaching on Lysander's attention.

Lydia, feeling misunderstood and irked, shot Rosalind a sharp look. Rosalind's accusation, however, inadvertently calmed Lydia down, helping her finally find Lysander's pulse and focus on her task.

"You're putting on an act now?" Rosalind scoffed.

"Don't talk; you'll distract the doctor and affect her judgment," Thalassa had to interject, urging Rosalind to keep quiet.

Lydia's fumbling with Lysander's wrist didn't raise any suspicion for Thalassa; she knew Lydia was just too nervous and struggling to find the pulse due to her immense respect for Lysander.

"Others might be eyeing Lysander, but you act as if it's nothing to you. You must not have any real feelings for Lysander," Rosalind snidely commented to Thalassa.

Lysander's gaze lifted, meeting Thalassa's eyes.