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.

stern and intimidating.

expended quite

took his seat at the table, elegantly cutting into his

just as

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

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

was worried about picking up their

tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over her from top to bottom.

the long

petite figure. The shirt barely covered her thighs; her long,

was an

darkened, “Who allowed

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

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

Was I supposed to wrap myself in

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

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

leading her to another wardrobe. His

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