The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 2083

He ushered everyone out, leaving Lysander and Thalassa some privacy in the solemnity of the old churchyard, ensuring they wouldn't be disturbed.

It wasn’t until they were well out of earshot, walking down the leaf-strewn path, that Rosalind felt safe enough to air her grievances.

“I just can’t believe Lysander, going on about showing his true feelings for Thalassa, claiming he and my sister were just friends! Everyone knows they were inseparable, like two peas in a pod. It was obvious they were much more than friends!” she exclaimed.

“Don’t jump to conclusions, Rosalind. Lysander knows his own heart better than anyone,” Joshua chided, trying to silence Rosalind’s rant.

His words made it clear whose side he was on. If Lysander explained it that way to Thalassa, then Joshua was inclined to believe him. It was just unfortunate that his eldest daughter, Harper, had met such a tragic fate in the prime of her life, leaving all these unresolved feelings behind.

“Dad, how can you say I’m making things up? Even Mom said that Harper and Lysander loved each other deeply. Why else would she always be by his side? That’s something lovers do, isn’t it?” Rosalind couldn’t hide her frustration with Joshua’s dismissal.

“And Thalassa, she must really have something, capturing Lysander’s heart in just a few years, to the point where he’d deny his relationship with Harper for her,” Rosalind continued to grumble about Thalassa’s perceived faults.

Just as she finished, her eyes landed on David, who was leaning against a shiny black car parked under the dim streetlights. He seemed to be watching them, his gaze particularly fixed on her.

The moment Rosalind caught sight of David, her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively fell silent, avoiding his gaze as if afraid of finding disdain in his eyes for speaking ill of others behind their backs. Indeed, she was talking about Thalassa negatively. She wouldn’t care if others found out, but being caught by David seemed intolerably embarrassing.

Why did his opinion matter so much? Was it because he had once told her she deserved to be loved?

“Exactly, I might not have been close with Harper, but her friends told me she and Lysander were an item, deeply in love. If it weren’t for that tragic accident, Harper would’ve been the one marrying Lysander,” Georgia chimed in, seeing Rosalind fall silent and eager to continue the tirade against Thalassa.

Thalassa was a friend of Hertha, whom Georgia couldn't stand, making her dislike Thalassa by association. Seeing someone she disliked finding happiness was a bitter pill for Georgia to swallow.

“Georgia, cut it out!” Rosalind snapped, suddenly changing her tone and silencing Georgia, who was taken aback by the sudden rebuke. Confused, Georgia wondered why Rosalind was scolding her for saying what Rosalind herself had initiated.

Ignoring Georgia’s puzzled look, Rosalind turned to David, forcing a casual tone. “David, are you here on duty?”

David nodded politely. “I’m here to pick up Mr. Sinclair and his wife.”

Lysander had come by himself, but David had received a message to drive for them, so he had taken a taxi over.

David’s reference to Thalassa as “his wife” would have once stirred jealousy in Rosalind, but not anymore. The dramatic proposal scene Lysander had orchestrated for Thalassa had numbed her to any further details, leaving her indifferent.

“David, you’re always so dedicated, not just handling Mr. Sinclair’s business affairs but his personal errands too,” Rosalind said with a laugh, her words laced with a hint of sarcasm.