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

eaten since morning and had expended quite some energy, he was indeed hungry.

at the table, elegantly cutting into his steak with his cutlery.

just as he took the

of the

tensed as she approached him, “Mr. Sinclair, can I leave now? My mother called me for

she was worried about picking up their child,

his head, his gaze sweeping over her from top

the

belt cinching her waist was accentuating her petite figure. The shirt barely covered her thighs; her long, slender legs were looking so smooth and white.

an

“Who allowed you

other staff turned away instantly to busy themselves elsewhere.

even a glance from

“I had no clothes to wear. Was I supposed to wrap myself

hung in the air, he stood up

into Thalassa’s heart as he seized her

wardrobe. His