The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)
Chapter 1556

Watching David dash off without a backward glance, Thalassa couldn't help but grumble inwardly, thinking, "Some things never change. David's still the same old dog." Always pushing her to the forefront.

Turning around, Thalassa's lips curled into a forced smile as she faced Lysander, feeling both awkward and pressured.

"Take a seat on the couch, let's get to work," Lysander said, wheeling himself over to the sofa.

Thalassa quickly took a seat opposite him, as Lysander placed the documents David had left on the coffee table: "Focus on the craftsmanship of the ring. The other four designs can be summarized briefly." "Understood," Thalassa nodded.

She picked up the documents, scanning through them. They didn't contain all of the design drafts, just five that needed detailed descriptions of the craftsmanship used in their production process. The first page featured a ring Thalassa had designed, with a wave-like band and a small tiger head doodle as its decoration.

She had chosen the tiger head motif because all four of her kids were born in the Year of the Tiger.

She missed her children terribly.

This ring was a product of her longing for her kids, a way to express her feelings of missing them.

"The band and tiger head could be crafted in platinum, with tiny diamonds used to represent the fur, giving the ring a touch of luxury," she suggested.

"Diamonds can easily fall off, and using them for fur might not achieve the desired effect," Lysander's deep voice commented.

"I'll think of something else," Thalassa hurriedly replied, noticing Lysander's focused gaze on the draft, which seemed purely professional, easing her nerves and allowing her to immerse herself in the task at hand.

After a moment's thought, she continued, "How about combining platinum and gold? We can use platinum for the texture of the fur and fill in the recesses with gold to mimic the color of tiger fur. I haven't seen many rings on the market that combine platinum and gold like this. It could be a trendsetter and potentially create quite a buzz."

"Do you really like this design?" Lysander suddenly looked up, his deep, dark eyes locking onto Thalassa's.

In that moment, he saw the spark in Thalassa's eyes as she talked about the craftsmanship, as if she could already envision the finished product, her gaze filled with affection.

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

Meeting Lysander's intense stare, Thalassa instinctively hid the excitement that had surged within her.

Answering his question, she said, "Every designer loves their own creations. If they didn't, those designs would have already been discarded." Lysander nodded slightly, "Continue."

Thalassa was surprised, "So, my craft suggestion was approved?"

"Yes," Lysander's voice rumbled softly.

Thalassa's spirits lifted, surprised at the swift approval. She had been worried Lysander might give her a hard time.

With the approval secured, Thalassa proceeded to discuss the remaining drafts.

As she had predicted, she finished presenting them all within half an hour, and Lysander agreed to each one.

It was only 11 a.m.

Seeing the work was done, and with nothing else pending, she said, "Mr. Sinclair, if there's nothing else, I'll just..." "Lysander, lunch is ready in the kitchen," Fitch hurried over, interrupting her.

"Serve it," Lysander directed.

Fitch nodded briskly, quickly organizing the servants to bring the dishes to the table.

Several maids came forward, tray in hand, and soon the table was adorned with an array of exquisite seafood dishes. Thalassa's smile twitched slightly at the corners. So, lunch at 11 it is?