The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)
Chapter 1758

"Lydia, are you okay?" Hertha rushed over, supporting Lydia with concern. She observed Lydia's face, noticing a black eye that made her look like a one-eyed panda. Hertha couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

Lydia turned around, puzzled, "What's so funny?"

“Nothing, just that you've turned into a national treasure, quite amusing." Hertha didn't hide her amusement.

Realizing what Hertha meant, Lydia touched her bruised eye, wincing at the sudden pang of pain: "Ouch..." Lydia sucked in a breath through her teeth.

"How bad is it? Should we head to the hospital?" Thalassa, pushing Lysander along, asked with concern.

"Hey, what's the hospital for? It's just a scratch. I'll just apply some traditional medicine when we get back, it'll be fine by tomorrow. Don't forget, I'm practically a doctor now," Lydia boasted, trying to downplay the injury with a bravado smile.

"That's true." Thalassa remembered Lydia was learning medical skills from Dr. Funke, so a minor injury like this was nothing to her.

"Mr. Sinclair!" David approached briskly.

Dressed in a silver-gray suit, he looked very formal, having come for Lysander's wedding. Yet, he found Lysander outside the hotel, surrounded by bodyguards sporting various bruises.

David, puzzled by the scene, looked to Alaric for an explanation.

Alaric flashed a grin, patting David on the shoulder, "You've arrived just in time. Take Mr. Sinclair back, I'll escort the ladies."

By 'the ladies,' it was clear he meant Hertha and Lydia, subtly excluding Thalassa as part of Lysander's entourage.

David's mood, initially dampened, brightened upon understanding Alaric's plan: "Mr. Sinclair, I'll get the car ready."

He hurried to the stretch limousine lowering the steps for Thalassa, Hertha and Lydia to say their

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Lysander into the vehicle.

goodbyes before he ae

Alaric, ever the gentleman, gestured for the ladies to proceed: "Ladies, after you."

"Lydia, let's go," Hertha said, linking arms with Lydia as they stepped into Alaric's car.

The car glided smoothly down the asphalt road, with David firmly in control of the wheel.

Glancing in the rearview mirror,

David saw Thalassa sitting close to Lysander, who looked straight

ahead, while Thalassa, with her eyes

fixed on Lysander's profile, leaned on him, showing a mix of

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dependence and affection that David hadn't seen in a long time,

With just a glance, David quickly shifted his focus back to the road.

The intimacy between Thalassa and Lysander was a sight David hadn't witnessed for quite a while.

However, this time, it was Thalassa who looked at Lysander with a fond, clingy gaze, not the other way around as it used to be. Previously, Thalassa seemed to passively accept Lysander's assertiveness, but

today, she was the initiator.

A woman's gaze filled with security and reliance towards a man is unmistakably genuine.

What had happened?

He was only slightly late, yet it seemed he had missed a pivotal moment.

What groundbreaking news did he miss out on?

As David pondered, a satisfied smile formed on his lips.