The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 444

No one knew where she got her courage from, but Hertha quickly stepped forward, positioning her body to block the closet door.

With a sheepish grin, she said, "Mr. Sinclair, this is my private closet. It's filled with my clothes. It would be...inappropriate to open it."

Her words had barely left her lips when she was met with Lysander's icy stare. His handsome face was as cold as frost; it seemed that he could see right through her with those sharp, icy, oppressive eyes.

Hertha couldn't help but shiver under his scrutiny.

She recoiled slightly and stepped aside like a cat.

As soon as she moved, Lysander swung open the closet door.

The dark and enclosed space was suddenly filled with light.

Thalassa's eyes were met with the sight of Lysander's tall and imposing figure, standing just a few feet away from her.

His aura was intimidating, his body emanating a cold sharpness, his face stern.

Thalassa locked eyes with him.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The second she saw Lysander, Thalassa's heart throbbed, her breath hitching in her throat.

"Get out!" Lysander's deep voice echoed through the room.

Thalassa shuddered and meekly stepped out of the closet.

"Well, isn't this a show? A disappearing act in broad daylight." Alaric leaned casually against the door frame with a playful smirk on his face; his tone was teasing.

Thalassa closed the closet door and hung her head, not daring to look at Lysander's expression.

Hertha sensed the tension in the air. It was especially emanating from Lysander, whose face was as dark as an overcast sky before the imminent storm.

In a rare moment of insight, she decided to leave the room and give the two some privacy.