Chapter 1202

ThThalassa was lost in thought when she saw Lysander descending the stairs. He was clad in in his lounging pajamas, a sleek grayish-black silk that shimmered subtly under the light, without a single wrinkle to mar its smoothness.

A Susipiple pain of pajamas, yet he wore them with an air of distinction.

Hilismatate aura of command, an effortless nobility, and a relaxed composure made one nstrutivovely wary of crossing him.

Thatasssstoforced a polite smile, greeting him, “Lysander, you’re up. Dinner’s ready.”

She gestaterer vaguely toward the dining table with a slight lift of her hand.

She hadntrslesed him since he left the master bedroom at noon and had no idea where he had beenen

Now, seeing itimin in hisopajamas suggested he had gone to sleep in another room-but why? The only otheherebedroom upstairs had a broken bed, or so he’d claimed. Was he bluffing her agada?n?

Lysander’s deep gazezawerept/over her briefly before settling on the table, seeming pleased with the spreadh He putledecupat chchair and sat down, beckoning Thalassa, “Come, sit.”

Oh, sure,” Thalassa snappedeblock to reality, about to settle the children.

quick on the uptakekopbeforehshe could move, Fitch had already led the

no other option, Thalassasto obokehet place beside Lysander as

ableware.

servedethahatassa a piece of fish onto her plat It’s all your

resonant voice filled her

him, meeting its eyeyes/which held a hint

teach thesfishehte ci given her. “Alright, I’ll h some. Don’t forget to

it. It seemed Lysander had indeddesspatially prepared these dishes

her

mentioned liking them; it was just

at the time.

even asked about her lunch and had

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was he up to? Was he still

be terrifyingly

a spoonful of cake with her chubby little hands, her round cheeks smeared with cream, giving her the look of

brought

to take a bite from Elowen’s spoon, and

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