The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 321

Chapter 321 

“I gotta run,” Leopold said, “I’m here to fetch my jacket.” 

Every word he had just said was genuine, no bullshit or sweet talk. 

He really missed her. 

He had been missing her for five years. 

But even after five years, she wouldn’t forgive him. 

Now, he could only meet her under some lame excuse. 

“What jacket?” Thalassa seemed confused. 

“The blazer I lent you last night,” Leopold answered. 

Thalassa suddenly remembered. She went downstairs in her pajamas last night. 

For some weird reason, Leopold insisted on draping his jacket over her. 

Afterwards, because she was wearing his jacket, she got on the wrong side of the quirky Lysander, which led to her being threatened and drenched by him. 

“I don’t have it,” Thalassa said. 

“Thalassa, are you keeping it as a memento? You still love me, don’t you? Why can’t you overcome the obstacles and be with me?” 

Upon hearing this, Thalassa felt incredibly hassled and helpless. She calmly said, “You’re overthinking. I’ve told you many times. I have no feelings for you anymore. I didn’t return your jacket not because I don’t want to, but because my mom washed it. It’s all wet now.” 

“No worries. I’ll swing by your place and grab it, and say hi to your mom,” Leopold said before hanging up. 

“Wait, don’t come up. My mom doesn’t want to see you. Are you downstairs now?” Thalassa hurriedly asked. 

“Yeah.” 

“Just wait there. I’ll be right down,” Thalassa hung up after speaking. 

Just as she was about to open the door, she remembered she was still in her pajamas. 

With that lesson learned, she couldn’t go out in her pajamas again. So she dashed back to her room, changed into clothes, and then went out. 

Downstairs was a dimly lit street. 

Leopold’s tall silhouette stood under the streetlight, casting a long shadow. 

He was wearing a silver-grey blazer today, coupled with his chestnut hair. He had an air of a devil-may-care, rich playboy. 

Thalassa walked over, maintaining a step’s distance. “The jacket is really wet. It’s hard to take down. How about this? I’ll mail it to your office when it dries.” 

His jacket was ripped off by Lysander last night and thrown in the bathroom of Lysander’s private villa. She had no idea if it was still there. 

Whether it was there or not, she couldn’t retrieve it. 

She would have to buy a new one and give it to Leopold. 

“Thalassa, let’s talk in the car.” Leopold looked at her, his gaze was gentle and affectionate. 

All these excuses were just for him to see her. He didn’t really need that jacket. 

But just seeing her once wasn’t enough.