The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 550
Lysander cradled Thalassa and strode out of the bar. A sleek black Rolls Royce was parked at the entrance. Neon lights glided
over its luxurious exterior, casting a myriad of colors on the imposing and untouchable veneer.
As he approached, the car door swung open.
Several adorable tots clambered out.
With their little legs pumping, they ran towards Lysander, their heads bobbing in a cutely clumsy manner. Their innocent faces,
illuminated by the vibrant city lights, glowed with
excitement.
“Mummy!”
“Mummy!
“Mummy!”
“Mummy!”
Four voices called out in unison. The little ones tumbled towards Lysander, grabbing onto his trousers, reaching up to touch
Thalassa in his arms.
From a distance, it looked as though Lysander had a swarm of children clinging to his legs.
At this point, Thalassa, overcome by alcohol, was fast asleep. The children she yearned to meet were around her, yet she
remained oblivious.
Alaric, who had stepped out, caught this scene.
Lysander was cradling Thalassa and four kids were running towards him, grabbing his legs, their eyes were twinkling with
anticipation for Thalassa.
Alaric was puzzled. What was going on?

“Mum, what’s wrong? Did Dad upset you?” Atticus, seeing Thalassa’s closed eyes and unconscious state, furrowed his small
brow with concern, his childish voice was laced with panic.
“Mum, why aren’t you paying attention to us? We aren’t going to bed; we want to go with you.” Dorian tugged at Thalassa’s
jacket, his voice on the verge of tears.
“Shush, Mum is sleeping. Let’s not wake her up.” Elowen placed a chubby finger on her lips, making a hushing gesture, her large
round eyes were gleaming brightly, which was a picture of
pure cuteness.
“Yeah, mommy’s sleeping.” Sophia nodded in agreement. She was afraid to wake her mom up so her voice was barely above a
whisper.
She was timid little girl, but her mood became much more stable upon seeing her mother.
As if having mother nearby gave her a boost of confidence.
Alaric was utterly confused. What were these four kids calling Thalassa?
Mom?
Weren’t these Hertha’s kids?
Then, he saw Lysander glance down at the children. His deep-set eyes scanned over their faces as he said, “Be good and get
back in the car.”
“Okay, Dad.” Elowen, always the obedient one, nodded vigorously and was the first to scamper towards the car.
Alaric’s eyes widened in shock.
There was nothing wrong with his hearing, was there? What did that kid call Lysander?
Dad?
Lysander went from an eligible bachelor to a father of four?
What on earth had happened in the few days he was absent? Alaric was confused.

The other three kids obediently returned to the car after their wish to see their mother fulfilled.
Lysander placed Thalassa in the passenger seat, as there was no room left in the back with the four children.
As he buckled Thalassa in, he leaned closer to her. His breath fanned over her face.
It was strong, domineering, and filled with a masculine scent.
Thalassa’s senses were still heightened in her drunken state
She smelled his scent and felt it quite familiar. In a daze, she reached out and gently caressed his face, her voice a soft murmur,
“Trying to seduce me, are you? I’m more than you can handle, boy. I could actually be your mother...”
She gently stroked Lysander’s face. Her words were soft and gentle, laced with a drunken giggle.
Her voice was barely a whisper, like she was talking in her sleep. It was audible only to him.