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.

and had expended

his seat at the table, elegantly

the staircase just as he

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

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

worried about picking up

sweeping over her

she was rolling up the long sleeves

belt cinching her waist was accentuating her petite figure. The shirt barely covered her thighs; her long, slender legs

was an unintentional

face darkened, “Who allowed you to dress like this?”

voice, Fitch and the other staff turned away instantly to busy themselves elsewhere.

Lysander’s woman; even a glance from others was

to wear. Was I supposed

the air, he stood up quickly. His towering figure cast a shadow over

Thalassa’s heart as he seized her

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

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