The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1706

Thalassa knew it, Rosalind was targeting her.

Despite being engaged to Lysander, Rosalind still saw her as a thorn in her side.

Thalassa maintained a polite and professional smile as she responded, “I’ve had to fend for myself since I was young, hustling through life. I had to drop out of college to take care of four kids. When they got older, I managed to squeeze in three years of night classes. Of course, my time was limited. How could I possibly compare to those born with a silver spoon, never worrying about their next meal, getting everything they ever wanted handed to them on a silver platter?”

Thalassa’s words were a perfect retort to Rosalind’s snide remarks, dignified yet poignant, resonating with those who understood the undertones of her struggle.

Lysander’s eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly, his deep gaze flickering towards Thalassa, a hint of emotion swirling in his eyes.

She never mentioned the three years she spent taking care of him, which had undoubtedly set back her career ambitions.

Yet, she never used it to gain favor in his eyes.

In contrast, Rosalind, who hadn’t cared for him for even a day, had been abroad studying when he needed help. She rushed back home only when he was about to wake up, claiming she had been the one by his side for three years, shamelessly taking credit for Thalassa’s sacrifice.

Compared to Thalassa’s humility, Rosalind’s selfishness was glaringly obvious.

Yet, for Lysander, it was Thalassa’s unassuming nature that irked him even more!

Lysander casually shifted his gaze away, looking towards the exhibition.

Rosalind choked on her breath, caught off guard by Thalassa’s words. She quickly looked at Thalassa, ready to lash back, but then she saw the way Lysander looked at Thalassa, that deep gaze filled with unmistakable fondness.

Thalassa’s anger was doused with cold water upon witnessing Lysander’s gesture, not only extinguishing her rage but also chilling her heart.

She understood all too well; Lysander was protecting Rosalind, sparing her from discomfort.

And as for the hurtful words Rosalind had thrown at her, it was just her bad luck. Whether she felt good or not, she had to swallow it alone.

Thalassa swallowed her grievances, her gaze falling, remaining silent.

The temperature around seemed to drop suddenly, a chill creeping up from the soles of her feet, spreading through her veins, making her shiver.

She clenched her hands on her chair to steady herself, to avoid shivering, lest she became a laughingstock.