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 and intimidating.

since morning and had expended quite some

took his seat at the table, elegantly cutting into his steak

as he took

the manor

approached him, “Mr. Sinclair, can I leave now? My mother called

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

gaze sweeping over her from

shirt, she was rolling up the long sleeves and revealing her slender, pale

accentuating her petite figure. The shirt barely covered

was an unintentional allure.

allowed you to dress like

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

from others was seen as an

to wear. Was I supposed to wrap myself in a bed sheet

in the air, he stood up

into Thalassa’s heart as he seized her wrist and pulled her

another wardrobe. His face was stern as he ordered gruffly, “Open

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