The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415 

Thalassa paused, tension coursing through her frame as she maneuvered around the sofa, heading towards the secluded corner of the room. 

As she passed by Lysander, her wrist was abruptly seized. 

His palm, calloused from years of labor, was strong and warm. 

As he held onto Thalassa, her heart gave an involuntary flutter, and she glanced back at him. 

His eyes met hers briefly before he pulled her to sit next to him, his arm casually draped around her waist. 

The gesture was undeniably intimate. 

Thalassa’s heart hammered in her chest as she attempted to pull away, but Lysander’s grip was unyielding. 

Seemingly sensing her reluctance, Lysander tightened his hold on her slender waist, ensuring she remained seated beside him. 

“Grandpa, do you need anything?” Lysander pre-empted, addressing Zephyr. 

Zephyr glanced at them, taking in the sight of Lysander’s arm around Thalassa’s waist. It was a familiar gesture, one that hinted at the intimacy and affection between lovers, and the dominance a man felt over his woman. 

He knew Lysander was flaunting this deliberately. 

“Regarding Charlotte.” 

“I don’t want to discuss the arranged marriage” Lysander cut him off. 

Zephyr’s cloudy eyes lingered on Lysander for a moment, before sliding over his hand on Thalassa’s waist, “Fitch said you didn’t return to the villa last night.” “Grandpa, you seem to have a lot of free time lately. I’ve asked David to book tickets for you to travel abroad, take a breather,” Lysander offered, pouring Zephyr a glass of lemon water. 

Each sentence was a deflection, each word a rejection. 

He wouldn’t agree to the arranged marriage, nor would he marry Charlotte: 

His absence from the villa last night was none of his grandfather’s business. 

He was thirty, a grown man who could take responsibility for his actions. 

He appreciated his grandparents’ concern, but he was no longer a child. 

Zephyr exhaled deeply, understanding Lysander’s message. 

Lysander was grown, had his own opinions, and was no longer willing to be controlled. 

Despite this, Zephyr felt a pang of discomfort. 

He downed his water in one gulp, shooting Thalassa a sharp glance before leaving the room. 

Thalassa felt as if she’d been stabbed in the heart, the pain sharp and cold. 

Once the initial pain subsided, her heart felt as if it was stuffed with cotton, uncomfortably congested. 

Zephyr’s disdain for her was evident and unapologetic. 

Thalassa removed Lysander’s hand from hers, stood up, and put some distance between them.