The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1728

En route to Royal Estates, Thalassa rehearsed her apology to Lysander in her mind, trying to untangle the misunderstanding that had lingered between them for years. She had once wrongfully accused him of being behind her mother's demise, a plot actually orchestrated by Callum, leaving Lysander unfairly blamed. She knew she owed him an apology for her coldness.

Feeling somewhat prepared, her car pulled up at the gates of Royal Estates. Stepping out, she approached the security guard, "I'm Thalassa, I need to see Lysander."

"Ms. Everhart, please come in," the guard replied, respectfully ushering her through.

To Thalassa's surprise, her access to Royal Estates remained unrestricted. The mansion's doors stood welcomingly open, light spilling out into the night, creating a beacon of warmth in the darkness.

Ascending the stone steps, Thalassa's eyes immediately searched for Lysander. Spotting him seated near the couch, her heart began to race, but before words could escape her, Rosalind appeared. Dressed in a silk nightgown, her hair damp, she moved with a grace that captivated the room, settling beside Lysander with a familiarity that spoke volumes. Her gaze on him was filled with an unspoken promise, her smile laden with allure.

"Lysander, it's getting late, we should head to bed," she whispered, her voice a melody of temptation.

The sight struck Thalassa hard, her steps faltering, her heart pounding. Rosalind, in such intimate proximity to Lysander, suggested a closeness Thalassa hadn't anticipated.

Even if she clarified the misunderstandings, it seemed futile now. Lysander and Rosalind were a unit, likely engaged, their lives intertwined far beyond what Thalassa had anticipated.

Understanding the unspoken intimacy of their interaction, Thalassa's heart ached with a profound sorrow. She had braced herself for this possibility, yet witnessing their closeness firsthand left her breathless with grief.

"Ms. Everhart, are you leaving? Do you need a ride?" the guard asked, his concern evident as Thalassa hurried past, a clear reflection of her turmoil.