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

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

table, elegantly

as he

of the manor unseen. But she found him now slowly

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

tell him that she was worried about picking up their child,

his gaze sweeping over her from top to bottom.

the long sleeves and revealing her

covered her thighs; her long, slender legs were looking so smooth and

an unintentional

darkened, “Who allowed you to dress like

Lysander’s voice, Fitch and the other

woman; even a glance from others was seen as

Was I supposed

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

Thalassa’s heart as he seized her wrist and pulled

a door, leading her to another wardrobe. His face was stern as he ordered gruffly,

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