The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Thalassa gazed at the freshly printed photo of herself and Lysander, her smile shy yet radiant, while Lysander's lips curved into a gentle smile. They stood close together, both looking at the camera, radiating joy from every pixel. The photo was just perfect. It was the kind of image that made you feel good just by looking at it, a testament to their sweet happiness.

Thalassa turned to the photographer with a grateful, "Thank you."

The photographer waved her off, "No worries. You should head on to tie the knot; there's quite the line forming behind you."

"Right, right." Thalassa nodded, acknowledging the queue of eager couples waiting their turn. Their eagerness to wed mirrored her own.

Holding their wedding photo, Thalassa and Lysander proceeded to the registry office. After a few clicks and taps on the computer, the clerk printed out their marriage certificates.

"One for each of you, take good care of them," the clerk said, handing over the certificates to Thalassa and Lysander.

Thalassa held the still-warm

certificates in her hands, her eyes

scanning the words "Marriage

Certificate," feeling a rush of

excitement, and disbelief. She and Lysander were officially married! After eight long years, she was finally married to the father of her child! It was surreal. The happiness was so sudden, so real, she almost couldn't believe it, and tears welled up in her eyes. She knew weddings were supposed to be joyful, tearless occasions, but she couldn't help herself.

Lysander was momentarily preoccupied, feeling the warmth of the marriage certificate in his hands-a warmth that symbolized their future: Even his usually cool, composed heart felt a stir of

emotion. He was really marriletC0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

to

Thalassa! He had never imagined he'd get married, let alone to Thalassa. It was both anticipated and utterly surprising. The feeling was incredible, like his life had been adrift and now, holding that certificate, he had found a home.

Lysander wasn't the type to get easily overwhelmed by emotions. He was human, after all, capable of feeling, of being moved by simple happiness. But he quickly composed himself, only for his attention to be drawn to a single, sparkling tear dropping onto Thalassa's certificate. Thalassa was crying! A twinge of pain squeezed Lysander's heart as he wrapped one arm around Thalassa's shoulder, pulling her close, and took the certificate from her hand with the other, looking down into her face with concern.

"Why are you crying?" His voice was low and worried. Her tear felt like it had fallen directly on his heart, causing him anxiety and distress.

Thalassa snapped back to reality and hurriedly wiped her tears, smiling at Lysander, "It's nothing, I'm just so happy."

"My silly girl," Lysander chuckled, affectionately ruffling her hair, his lips curling into a smile. Seeing her cry tears of joy reassured him that marrying him was a source of profound happiness for her. That was all he needed to know.