The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1828

Lydia's expression froze, unsure of how to respond to Lysander's words.

Seeing the atmosphere turn awkward, Thalassa quickly chimed in, "Of course, it's still worth a shot. Who knows, miracles do happen. We've got to trust in the doctor's perseverance."

As she spoke, Thalassa squatted beside Lysander, a smile playing on her lips, clearly trying to coax him.

Lydia awkwardly tugged at the corner of her mouth. Just then, Fitch came over with a tray, placing a cup of tea on the coffee table. "Ms. Everhart, your tea," Fitch said politely.

Fitch's arrival eased Lydia's discomfort slightly. She quickly picked up the cup of tea, mumbling a "Thanks" before starting to sip. The rim of the cup hid her face and her gaze towards Lysander, effectively masking her unease.

Lysander averted his gaze, locking eyes with Thalassa. Her face was lit with a smile, her eyes curving into crescents, radiating gentleness and warmth towards him.

Such a tender expression could melt the glaciers within one's heart.

Lysander took a deep breath, pushing down the turmoil inside. "Then let's go with the doctor's plan," he said.

Upon hearing this, Lydia's hand, holding the cup, paused abruptly, incredulous.

Lysander had clearly been resistant to the idea of getting a shot just moments ago, and now, his attitude had changed?

Thalassa's influence must be enormous!

The Lysander Lydia knew was always firm and meticulous; his word was law, and no one dared oppose him.

She had never seen Lysander so approachable and amiable.

Yet, it took Thalassa just one sentence to change Lysander's troubled tone.

Indeed, no matter how formidable one is, they can't escape the spell of love.

Lydia hadn't even managed to swallow her tea before hastily setting down the cup, preparing to speak. Realizing she couldn't talk with her mouth full, she quickly swallowed and then asked Lysander, "If... Mr. Sinclair, may I take your pulse now?"