The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)
Chapter 1494

Lysander's gaze was heavy and penetrating, locking onto Thalassa with an intensity that felt almost tangible. The moment Thalassa caught those piercing eyes, her heart sank, and she couldn't help but feel cornered.

"Oh, right, shrimp tastes better with sauce," Callum suddenly chimed in, his fork smoothly swooping into Thalassa's plate to pick up a shrimp. He dipped it into the sauce bowl with a practiced motion and brought it up to Thalassa's lips.

"Here, try this. It's much better now."

Thalassa snapped back to reality, immediately backing her head away at the sight of the shrimp so close to her mouth, nervously mumbling, "I can do it myself."

She took up her fork, taking the shrimp from Callum, whose eyes were soft and smiling at her.

He was the same as ever, his eyes always twinkling with kindness, exuding an approachability that was hard to deny. Even his gestures of goodwill were difficult to reject outright.

Under Callum's watchful gaze, Thalassa, feeling too embarrassed to refuse, tasted the sauce-dipped shrimp.

"Is it good?" Callum asked warmly.

Thalassa tugged at her lip awkwardly, replying, "Yeah, it's delicious."

The smile in Callum's eyes deepened, radiating warmth. "Let me peel another one for you..."

"I've got it," Thalassa hurriedly picked up another shrimp, starting to peel it herself to prevent Callum from doing it again.

As she focused on her task, she dared not even glance at Lysander across the table.

Despite looking down, she could feel his oppressive gaze on her, making her feel as if she were on pins and needles.

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She hadn't expected Callum to peel shrimp for her, especially since Callum and Reginald were her clients. She couldn't afford to offend them, fearing it would jeopardize Hertha's project and potentially cost Hertha her job.

Yet, Lysander's overwhelming presence was equally hard to ignore.

"Look at me, all clumsy," Rosalind said with a gentle, knowing smile. "Mr. Gordon is so attentive to Thalassa, I should take note. Shrimp dipped in sauce is indeed tastier. Lysander, hold on, let me peel one for you."

With a soft and slightly coquettish tone, Rosalind reached out with elegant fingers, taking a shrimp from Lysander's plate. Mimicking Callum, she peeled it awkwardly, dipped it in sauce, and offered it to Lysander, saying, "Here, Lysander, open up."

Hearing Rosalind's tender voice made Thalassa stiffen, instinctively raising her head only to meet Lysander's deep, cold gaze, sending a shiver through her heart.

In that moment, as she looked up, Lysander accepted the shrimp from Rosalind, breaking contact with Thalassa to turn his attention to Rosalind. His icy demeanor softened for the first time with a smile. "You certainly know my taste well; the seasoning is just perfect."

Rosalind, seeing Lysander not only eating the shrimp she offered but also complimenting her understanding of his taste, was overjoyed. Her smile lit up her face, and dimples added to her charm.

"Of course, I've been following you around since we were kids; I know your tastes."

Watching Lysander and Rosalind exchange looks filled with unspoken emotions, Thalassa felt as if her heart was being squeezed tight.

Was this why Lysander was so eager to push her out of Royal Estates? To clear the way for Rosalind?

So be it. Three years of care could be seen as repaying his life-saving grace. From now on, she and Lysander would be strangers.