The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

"Rosalind!" Joshua stood up, calling after Rosalind's retreating figure.

But Rosalind didn't so much as glance back as she walked away.

Unable to stop her, Joshua turned back, his expression filled with apology, and said to Lysander, "This kid, she's just too headstrong. Lysander, you go ahead with your work. I need to have a talk with Rosalind. You know how it is; she's been carrying a torch for you for the longest time. Telling her to let go is easier said than done. Don't worry, I'll make sure to be on time for our meeting later this afternoon. Just text me the details of the restaurant."

With that, Joshua left the meeting room.

Lysander's deep gaze followed Joshua's departure in silence.

He was well aware of Rosalind's feelings for him. In the past, with his grandfather's help, Rosalind had managed to take all the credit for Thalassa's three years of dedication to him, winning his trust and gratitude. Wasn't that all to stay close to him?

That was the main reason he had agreed to marry Rosalind in the first place.

However, Rosalind's schemes couldn't compete with his feelings for Thalassa.

Even if he was prepared to marry Rosalind, the moment Thalassa asked him to come back to her, he would choose Thalassa without hesitation. Thalassa's love was pure, never resorting to any tricks to gain his trust.

She had only ever offered him her sincere heart.

As for Rosalind, although she claimed to love him, she had chosen the wrong tactics. She shouldn't have tried to play games with him. Moreover, when she learned that he might never walk again, her first instinct was to give up, to no longer insist on becoming his bride. Thalassa was different. Knowing he might be bound to a wheelchair forever, she still chose to stand by him.

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In times of happiness, they cuddle close; in times of adversity, they never abandon one another.

Lysander's gaze lingered on the door of the meeting room, long after everyone had left, his thoughts drifting.

"David, let's tidy up," Lysander said, snapping back to reality, only to realize that David had left the room at some unknown point.

Fuming, Rosalind stormed out of the

company, her mind a tornado of

emotions upon realizing that

Lysander and Thalassa were nomet

legally married. A fire seemed to rage in her chest, making he restless and irrational.

She walked briskly, oblivious to a speeding car approaching as she stepped onto the road.

Her pace was too fast, and the car too swift; just as she reached the middle of the road, the car zoomed past, narrowly missing her.

At that critical moment, a hand reached out, grabbing her arm and pulling her back to safety.

"Watch out!" the person said, concern lacing his voice.

Rosalind, ready to unleash her fury, turned around only to see David, Lysander's assistant. Swallowing her anger, a flicker of hope ignited within her as she asked, "Why are you here? Is it Lysander?"

"I came to tell you that Mr. Sinclair and Ms. Everhart are deeply in love. They're married now. As Ms. Everhart's sister, you should wish them well. It's time to let go of those thoughts," David said, releasing her arm, his voice calm and steady.

Seeing Rosalind's emotional exit from the meeting room, David had instinctively followed her out.

Fortunately, he did, for given the speed of the car, Rosalind's slender frame would have been sent flying.

David didn't want to witness another tragedy.

Rosalind had thought Lysander sent David to console her, a small comfort at first, but upon hearing David's message - a plea to give up - the fire within her flared angrily.

"What right do you have to tell me to let go?" she snapped.