The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 586

Chapter 586 

The man before her was Leopold, whom she hadn’t seen in several days. 

Instead of his previous gloomy demeanor, he seemed to have been in better spirits. 

His chestnut hair was still cropped short, and his figure was lean. His face was gentle and sunny, and in his amber eyes, there seemed to have been a newfound sparkle. 

Standing next to him was a woman dressed in a black form-fitting mini skirt and a belly-baring crop top, her hair cut short to her ears. She was stylish and sexy. 

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It was Debby, whom she hadn’t seen in quite some time. 

Debby had her arm linked with Leopold’s, and they seemed close. 

Thalassa found her gaze lingering on them. 

Leopold was also looking at her. 

It wasn’t until the air temperature around her plummeted, a chill wind striking her skin, that Thalassa snapped back to reality. She turned to Lysander. 

His eyes were icy, and his handsome face was tense. His aura was as cold as winter’s snow. 

His gaze was piercing and oppressive. He hadn’t uttered a word, but his stare held her captive. 

A single look spoke volumes. 

Hastily, Thalassa lowered her head and picked up the steak that Lysander had placed on her plate. She began to chew, hoping to hide her discomfort. 

“Isn’t this our old friend, Thalassa? What a coincidence running into you’ here,” Debby said, approaching their table with Leopold, with a bright smile on her face. 

Thalassa, already tense, felt her body stiffen even more. She forced a smile back at Debby in greeting. 

“On a date with your boyfriend, huh? I thought you were joking when you said Mr. Sinclair was your boyfriend at the bar. I didn’t realize it was true,” Debby said, glancing at the stern-faced Lysander. 

Debby didn’t dare to look at him for too long. 

She quickly averted her gaze and turned to Leopold, cheerfully saying, “Leopold, this is your uncle, Lysander. Aren’t you going to say hi?” 

Debby thought her lively personality could have helped Leopold connect with Lysander, which would have been beneficial for him. 

At her prompt, Leopold met Lysander’s gaze. 

Lysander, however, continued to leisurely cut into his steak, not even sparing him a glance. 

The atmosphere between the uncle and nephew was so frosty that parks could have practically flown. 

Unaware of the tension, Debby playfully shook Leopold’s arm, saying, “Leopold, I’m talking to you.” 

Thalassa tightened her grip on her fork, the icy atmosphere making her nervous. 

“Aren’t you hungry? Let’s find a seat and eat,” Leopold said, deftly changing the subject. 

His tone was calm, but only he knew how much he was holding back.