The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295 

He smirked and asked sarcastically, “What, got the presidential suite on your mind again?” 

Thalassa choked on her coffee, spewing a mouthful all over the table. 

Quickly, she grabbed a napkin and started wiping, “Sorry, didn’t mean to.” 

The last time she mentioned a date, he was on the phone booking the presidential suite in a heartbeat. 

Now, why were they back on that topic again? 

He just mentioned the suite, and all those moments involuntarily flooded back into her mind. 

The coffee was practically scared out of her mouth. 

While Thalassa was frantically cleaning the table, Lysander, cool as a cucumber, picked up a napkin and helped her. 

Amidst the chaos, Thalassa’s hand accidentally brushed against his. 

She felt a wave of unease. Every time she touched him, she felt a tingling sensation, like a mild electric shock. 

Almost instinctively, she quickly pulled her hand back. 

Realizing her reaction was a bit too obvious, she glanced up at Lysander, only to find his deep gaze fixed on her. 

His eyes were full of longing. 

Thalassa was already on edge, and his stare only made her more uneasy. 

She quickly stood up, nervously saying, “I, uh, got to hit the ladies’ room.” 

Without saying a word, Lysander watched Thalassa hastily leave. 

The coffee shop bathroom was located in the mall. 

She had to exit through the side door of the coffee shop, take a left, and go down a corridor. 

Picking up the pace, Thalassa reached the bathroom, washed her hands in front of the mirror, rinsed off the coffee stains, and cleaned the spots on her dress with 

water. 

Once she was clean, she cupped water in her hands and splashed her face. 

She let the cold water shock her flushed face, trying to cool herself down. 

After washing her face, she leaned on the sink, looking at her reflection, water droplets all over her face, looking a little worse for wear. 

Today, Lysander’s attitude towards her was a bit perplexing. 

She thought she saw a glimmer of hope, a chance that they could really be together. 

Suddenly, another figure appeared in the mirror, slowly approaching. 

Behind her, the click-clack of high heels on the floor sent a chill down her spine. 

As Thalassa watched the face in the mirror gradually getting closer, she grew wary, her brows furrowing. 

With her flawless makeup and trendy outfit, the woman in the mirror looked neat and stylish. 

It was Faye.