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

not eaten since morning and had expended quite some energy,

at the table, elegantly cutting into

as

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

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

she was worried about picking up their child, could

his gaze sweeping over her

up the long

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

was an

handsome face darkened, “Who allowed you

Fitch and the other staff

a glance from others was seen as an offense.

I supposed to wrap

in the air, he stood up quickly. His towering

he seized her wrist and pulled

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

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