The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1216

Callum chuckled, a warm and approachable aura around him as he casually lifted his hand and ruffled Thalassa's hair gently. His voice was soft and soothing, "Silly girl, no need to apologize. It's not your fault, and I've never blamed you. I only blame myself for not being sharp enough to evade Lysander's quick pursuit."

Thalassa blinked in surprise. Callum had just tousled her hair!

By the time she gathered her thoughts, his hand had already retreated, his face donning its usual smile as he continued to speak to her.

There was no hint of awkwardness or tension from the gesture, and it felt so natural that Thalassa questioned if she was reading too much into it.

This was just Callum being Callum, showing the same gentle affection not only to her but to everyone by playfully ruffling their hair.

Seeing his easygoing demeanor, Thalassa blinked away the shock in her eyes, trying to regain her composure.

It was funny, he was the one who had touched her head, yet she was the one feeling embarrassed.

"No, you've done more than enough, and I'm grateful for everything you've done for us. Lysander is just too powerful. Even if he hadn't found us that day, he was bound to catch up to us eventually," Thalassa reassured Callum, urging him not to be too hard on himself. It wasn't his oversight. Lysander's influence was just too vast for the average people to contend with.

Thalassa was focused on her conversation with Callum, unaware that Ethan, who had just stepped out of the Crawley Group's office, had spotted her getting into the car. He whipped out his phone and snapped a quick photo of them.

Callum caught a glimpse of the man standing at the Crawley Group's entrance from the corner of his eye. A fleeting sparkle passed through his warm eyes, but it was gone in an instant.

"Let's not talk about this now. Let's go grab some lunch," Callum shifted the topic, instructing the driver, "Head over to Fortune Restaurant, please."

The car started and drove away.

Back at the Crawley Group entrance, Ethan leaned lazily against the door frame, too impatient to head to his own car and sent the photo to Lysander right there and then.

Ethan loved a good piece of gossip, especially when it involved Lysander.

Any chance to get the scoop on Lysander was too good for him to wait even a second.