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 quite

elegantly cutting into his

staircase just as

on darting out of the manor unseen. But she found him now slowly

Sinclair, can I leave now? My mother called me for something important…”

was worried about picking up

his head, his gaze sweeping over her from

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

petite figure. The shirt barely covered her thighs; her

was an unintentional

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

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

was Lysander’s woman; even a glance from

clothes to wear. Was I supposed to wrap myself in a

in the air, he stood up quickly. His

he seized

His face was stern as he ordered gruffly,

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