The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 502

In Royal Estates.

Fitch and the house staff had prepared a sumptuous dinner, each dish meticulously arranged on the dining table.

Lysander, tall and imposing, descended the staircase.

He was clad in a charcoal silk robe, the fabric shimmering under the crystal chandelier was just like the cool aura he exuded.

Even in lounge wear, he managed to evoke a sense of grandeur and luxury.

As he descended, Fitch turned to him and said with respect, “Sir, your dinner is served…”

His words trailed off as he noticed something odd about Lysander’s neck. He froze, fear and apprehension clouding his face.

Lysander noticed Fitch’s erratic look and frowned in irritation, “What are you looking at?”

“Oh, nothing. Please enjoy your meal,” Fitch quickly bowed his head and retreated.

The other staff members, who had been bustling about setting the table and polishing the silverware, froze in their tracks as they caught sight of Lysander’s neck. Yet, fearing his icy authority, they all bowed their heads in silence and busied themselves elsewhere.

aura was stern and

and had expended quite some energy,

elegantly

descended the staircase just as he took the first

planned on darting out of the manor unseen. But

Sinclair, can I

she was worried about picking up their child, could she?

head, his gaze sweeping over

in his black shirt, she was rolling up the long sleeves and revealing

cinching her waist was accentuating her petite figure. The shirt barely covered her thighs;

an unintentional

face darkened, “Who allowed you to dress like

Fitch and the other staff turned

was Lysander’s woman; even a glance from others was seen as

wear. Was I

up quickly. His towering

as he seized her wrist and pulled her

pushed open a door, leading her to another wardrobe. His face was