The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1728

En route to Royal Estates, Thalassa rehearsed her apology to Lysander in her mind, trying to untangle the misunderstanding that had lingered between them for years. She had once wrongfully accused him of being behind her mother's demise, a plot actually orchestrated by Callum, leaving Lysander unfairly blamed. She knew she owed him an apology for her coldness.

Feeling somewhat prepared, her car pulled up at the gates of Royal Estates. Stepping out, she approached the security guard, "I'm Thalassa, I need to see Lysander."

"Ms. Everhart, please come in," the guard replied, respectfully ushering her through.

To Thalassa's surprise, her access to Royal Estates remained unrestricted. The mansion's doors stood welcomingly open, light spilling out into the night, creating a beacon of warmth in the darkness.

Ascending the stone steps, Thalassa's eyes immediately searched for Lysander. Spotting him seated near the couch, her heart began to race, but before words could escape her, Rosalind appeared. Dressed in a silk nightgown, her hair damp, she moved with a grace that captivated the room, settling beside Lysander with a familiarity that spoke volumes. Her gaze on him was filled with an unspoken promise, her smile laden with allure.

"Lysander, it's getting late, we should head to bed," she whispered, her voice a melody of temptation.

The sight struck Thalassa hard, her steps faltering, her heart pounding. Rosalind, in such intimate proximity to Lysander, suggested a closeness Thalassa hadn't anticipated.

Lysander, catching a glimpse of Thalassa, softened momentarily before responding to Rosalind, "Alright, help me to the elevator, let's call it a night."

His response felt like a dagger to Thalassa's heart, her pain so acute it stifled her breath. With no courage left to confront what she had seen, she turned and left Royal Estates behind.

As she stepped outside, tears breached her defenses, the chill night air accentuating the sting of her emotions, mirroring the cold despair enveloping her heart.

She had come to clear the air, to seek forgiveness for her unjust accusations against him. Instead, she witnessed a moment of intimacy between Lysander and Rosalind, rendering her intentions meaningless. Lysander's life had moved on, with or without her understanding, their shared past no longer bearing significance.

Even if she clarified the misunderstandings, it seemed futile now. Lysander and Rosalind were a unit, likely engaged, their lives intertwined far beyond what Thalassa had anticipated.

Understanding the unspoken intimacy of their interaction, Thalassa's heart ached with a profound sorrow. She had braced herself for this possibility, yet witnessing their closeness firsthand left her breathless with grief.

"Ms. Everhart, are you leaving? Do you need a ride?" the guard asked, his concern evident as Thalassa hurried past, a clear reflection of her turmoil.