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 intimidating.

had not eaten since morning and had expended quite some energy, he was indeed hungry.

elegantly cutting into his steak

hurriedly descended the staircase just as he took the first bite.

of the manor unseen. But she found him now slowly enjoying his

body tensed as she approached him, “Mr. Sinclair, can I leave now? My

tell him that she was worried about picking up

gaze sweeping over her

shirt, she was rolling up the

barely covered her thighs; her

was an

face darkened, “Who allowed you to

other staff turned away

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

retorted, “I had no clothes to wear. Was I supposed to wrap myself in a bed sheet instead?”

in the air, he stood up

heart as he seized her wrist and pulled her upstairs.

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