The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 367

She walked over to him. "Mr. Sinclair, I'm free to leave now, right?"

She was accustomed to calling him Lysander, but the moment the word slipped from her lips, she hastily swallowed it back and changed her words.

Initially, she had always referred to him as Mr. Sinclair until he convinced her to become his woman. Then, he ordered her to address him as Lysander.

So, in private, she always called him Lysander.

Calling him by his first name somehow made the distance between them seem less vast, as if they were simply in love, addressing each other as lovers, devoid of hierarchy or barriers.

But with Bruce's arrival, everything changed.

The name Lysander became unattainable.

His social standing was lofty, his aura intimidating. It was not something her humble status could dare to cross.

The gap between their classes widened once again.

The transition from addressing him as Mr. Sinclair to Lysander was incredibly challenging, but reverting back to Mr. Sinclair only took one cold and oppressive glance.

Lysander didn't even bat an eyelid, elegantly cutting his steak, his chilly voice ringing out, "No! Without my permission, you'll stay here. You're not going anywhere."

"Why?" Thalassa pleaded anxiously.

Lysander raised his deep and icy eyes, giving her a glance, "Isn't this what you wanted?"

Thalassa was choked up, unable to utter a word.

Last night, she only wanted to hide the pacifier sticking out from the sofa, unbeknownst to him.

She resorted to a temporary solution, deliberately sitting on his lap and saying things she didn't mean.

Only God knew how nervous and uncomfortable she felt.

Thalassa quickly tried to appease him, saying, "Mr. Sinclair, tomorrow is a workday, I need to go to work."

"I can decide your leave," Lysander replied, calmly continuing to cut his steak.

Thalassa was speechless.

Arguing about going to work with the boss, only to have him tell her to take a day off.