The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet



The next day, Thalassa woke up before six in the morning. She hadn't set an alarm; she woke up naturally. The moment she opened her eyes, she was fully alert. She glanced at her phone and saw it was just past 5:40. She thought about going back to sleep but found it impossible, so she decided to get up, head to the bathroom, and start her morning routine.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

After about an hour of bustling around, Lysander woke up. His sleepy eyes squinted at her in surprise. "Up so early today?" he asked, still groggy.

Usually, Lysander was the one to rise first, heading off to work while Thalassa was still sound asleep. Today, she was already nearly finished with her makeup. "Didn't you say we should get an early start? And today is special, so I thought I'd dress up a bit. I don't want to embarrass you by looking unkempt," she replied, focusing on her eyebrows.

Over the past three years of caring for Lysander, Thalassa had grown comfortable around him. Their conversations were casual, unlike before when she would carefully consider her words to avoid upsetting him.

"Who said you look unkempt?" Lysander snapped, his deep-set eyes flashing with irritation as he pulled on his trousers. The idea that anyone would think less of Thalassa angered him, as if he would tear them apart if he knew who it was.

His stern tone startled Thalassa, causing her hand to slip and draw her eyebrow pencil outside the line. She turned to look at him. "What's wrong?" Though she wasn't worried about angering him, Lysander's natural authoritative presence could still unnerve her at times. Realizing he had scared her, Lysander softened his expression. “If anyone ever gives you trouble, tell me. I'll handle it.”

Thalassa was warmed by his words and smiled. “No one's bothering me. Don't worry."

Thalassa was no longer the person she used to be, who let others walk all over her. She could stand up for

Lysander with minor issues.

already had enough on his plate managing his company.

herself now and would get

As Thalassa corrected her makeup, Lysander walked up behind her, bent down, and wrapped his arms around her. "We're getting married soon.

Once we're married, we're famine

Don't hesitate to come to me with anything. Husbands are meant to be leaned on. If you don't ask me, someone else will take up my time.”

Although she hadn't said it, Lysander knew Thalassa didn't want to burden him. She was always so considerate, but overly considerate women often sacrificed their own needs.

Lysander's unshaven chin tickled her cheek, but his words warmed her heart. His affectionate touch made this the happiest morning Thalassa had ever experienced.

"Alright, I'll come to you with everything, as long as you don't get tired of me," Thalassa said with a smile, holding his hand.

Feeling cared for and protected was

like being surrounded by the

blooming beauty of spring, with warm sunlight and fragrant flowers. It was a perfect sensory and emotional experience.

"How could I ever get tired of you? I'm more worried you won't come to me," Lysander said, gently touching her face before heading to the bathroom.

Their love was a testament to partnership and understanding, a reminder that even in the quiet moments of the early morning, they had each other to lean on.