The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Lysander figured he needed to get the full scoop on that woman from five years ago and all her family

members.

Lately, he had been mistaking other chicks for the woman from his past.

Maybe it was because time flown by, his memory of her had gotten a bit wobbly.

Even someone who had nothing to do with her showed up, he thought they were similar.

And this constant searching for familiarity is totally bankers

He couldn’t keep going like this.

Knowing the lowdown about this woman and her family will help him tell the difference between her kin

and randomers.

If he ran into her family, he would be all sunshine and rainbows. But for those who were unrelated but

still wanted get chummy, he would deal with ’em sternly!

Hearing Lysanders words, Faye held her tongue and followed him into his office, watching him settle

into the big boss chair.

She was jittery and flustered, but she tried to keep her cool, not wanting to give herself away.

David strolled over, glanced at the documents she was holding, and said, “Faye, hand ’em over to me.”

Startled, Faye realized she was clutching the files about those four kids’ families.

She’d held onto them so tightly out of nerves that the edges were all crumpled.

If she could deal with them personally, maybe she could keep Lysander in the dark about who the kids

parents were.

But now that David was stepping in, she was freaking out…

David plucked the files from her grasp, saying, “Faye, you look beat. Didn’t get enough shut-eye, did

you?”

He was genuinely caring because Faye looked bad.

But Faye hastily replied, “I’m not tired at all, I don’t need a break. Mr. Sinclair, I’ve gotta step out.

With that, she spun around and left the office.

She didn’t want time off. Lysander had initially wanted her to take a three-month break, but she’d only

managed to cut down to three days, and she couldn’t afford more.

She couldn’t imagine what might happen if Thalassa was around Lysander every day while she was on

leave.

David watched Faye retreat, puzzled, and asked Mr. Sinclair, “What’s up with Faye?”

He’d only shown a little concern, and she’d overreacted.

Lysander shot him a stern look and didn’t respond Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

He couldn’t make heads or tails of what women were thinking

With the brunt of Lysander’s glare, David didn’t press further and got down to business with the files.

Thalassa came home, opened the door, and was greeted by four adorable munchkins munching on

fries at the dinner table.

Dorian was the first to spot her, his eyes lighting up as he cheered, “Mommy, you’re back!”

“Mommy!” the other three chimed in.

Thalassa felt her heart melt.

All her exhaustion and troubles were forgotten; she was filled with love.

“Hey, my little darlings! Mommy’s home.” Thalassa’s voice was full of tenderness and her face was all

smiles.

Dorian scrambled down from his chair, ran over to Thalassa, and hugged her legs, ‘Mommy, I want a

hug”

Thalassa bent over, her face close to his, feeling the softness of his youthful features, her heart full of

love and warmth, “Come here, give me a kiss.”

Elowen reached out her chubby little hand, pushed Dorian aside, and burrowed into Thalassa’s arms,

her fluffy head nuzzling against her chest, ‘Mommy. I want a kiss too. I’m Mommy’s little darling. I want

a kiss too.”

Thalassa bent down and kissed Elowen’s plump little face, it was soft and youthful and smelled of milk.

Thalassa couldn’t resist kissing her chubby little face again, ‘Oh yes, my Elowen darling, you’re so soft

and sweet.”

“Mommy, I want a kiss too Donan eagerly wed for affection.

Thalassa smiled and patted his head, giving him a kiss.