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.

was stern

expended quite some energy, he

elegantly cutting into his steak with his

just as he took the first bite.

had planned on darting out of the manor unseen. But she found him now slowly enjoying his dinner

body tensed as she approached him, “Mr. Sinclair, can I

was worried

head, his gaze sweeping over her from

shirt, she was rolling up the long

covered her thighs; her long, slender

was an

face darkened, “Who allowed

Lysander’s voice, Fitch and the other staff turned away

from others was seen as

“I had no clothes to wear. Was I supposed to wrap myself in a bed sheet

her words hung in the air, he stood up quickly. His

heart as he seized

door, leading her to another wardrobe. His face was stern as he ordered gruffly, “Open

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