The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)
Chapter 1599

The moment Thalassa dialed the number, a phone rang just a stone's throw away. The timing was so impeccable that she couldn't help but follow the sound. She saw David approaching. Quickly hanging up, Thalassa said, "Oh, you made it. Mr. Sinclair is ready to head back. Could you give him a lift?"

David glanced at Lysander and saw his chiseled features stiffen, his eyes locked onto Thalassa. It was clear what his boss wanted. Ever the perceptive one, David caught on immediately and said, "Ms. Everhart, we're headed the same way. Why don't you join us?" "No need, I'll just grab an Uber back," Thalassa replied before walking toward the street.

David wanted to call after her, but her decision seemed final, leaving him speechless.

He awkwardly turned to Lysander, scratching his head, "Mr. Sinclair, should I, maybe, try and get Ms. Everhart to come with us?" Lysander's handsome face was cold and tense. "No need."

It was clear Thalassa wanted nothing more to do with him. Before his coma, they had agreed to part ways, free of any debts to each other. She had willingly taken care of him for three years, even ensuring he received the best medical care, all to repay a life-saving debt.

Now that he was awake, her obligation was fulfilled.

Her every action, every detail, was a deliberate attempt to maintain distance between them.

He had said it before his coma-that from then on, they owed each other nothing.

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With both parties having made their decision, why force anything?

With that, Lysander wheeled himself toward the car, leaving David worried for both him and Thalassa but understanding that in matters of the heart, only the people involved can truly make a move. David drove Lysander back to Royal Estates, where Zephyr was already waiting in the grand hall alongside Lysander's cousin, Payton.

Payton and Zephyr were lounging by the coffee table, enjoying some tea.

"Amelia's pregnant now, so make sure you take good care of your wife. Don't let her go to her check-ups alone; it's too risky. As her husband, you should be there for her. It's not easy to welcome a child into the world, so make sure nothing goes wrong this time," Zephyr advised Payton, emphasizing the importance of family.

As Payton refilled Zephyr's tea cup, the aroma filled the air, "The Sinclair Group is swamped right now, with several projects just kicking off. I barely have a moment to spare for Amelia, but I've got several bodyguards on her, ensuring her safety."

"A bodyguard can never replace a husband's care. You had to step in for Lysander and manage The Sinclair Group when he was in a coma, but now that he's awake and back, it's time to hand the reins back to him. You should be able to spend more time with Amelia now," Zephyr replied, savoring the tea.

Payton's grip on the teapot tightened, a flash of resentment in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a smile. "Granddad, Lysander's still recovering, and it wouldn't be good for his health to dive back into work so soon. I'm more than willing to bear this burden for him."

No sooner had he said this than David wheeled Lysander into the room.

The noise caught Payton and Zephyr's attention, and they both looked up.

Seeing Lysander, Zephyr's face lit up with a pleased smile, "Lysander, you're back. How did the check-up go?"

"Lysander, welcome back. Why didn't you let me know earlier? I would have come to pick you up," Payton said, his words dripping with a too-late concern.