"Come on, dig in," Lysander said, wheeling himself to the dining table.

Thalassa had no excuse to refuse anymore. If the meal wasn't ready, she might have found a way to dodge the invitation, but now that everything was served, turning him down would seem downright rude. She moved to the dining table and, out of courtesy, sat opposite Lysander. She sat up straight, her posture stiff, not touching her fork.

Lysander raised an eyebrow at her. "What are you waiting for? Dig in."

"Aren't we waiting for Rosalind?" Thalassa asked.

Since she entered, Thalassa hadn't seen Rosalind around. She assumed Rosalind might be resting in her room.

She had already assumed that Rosalind lived here, especially since Fitch almost slipped and called her Ms. Whitman, confirming her residence at Royal Estates.

At Thalassa's question, Lysander's handsome face suddenly turned cold.

tensed Thalassa's nerves. "Did

to start eating without waiting

answer directly but picked up a shrimp,

surprised Thalassa. "Mr. Sinclair,

meal where Rosalind was the one peeling shrimp for Lysander, and all he had to

was peeling shrimp

have to have Lysander serve her in such

choose to leave Royal Estates on the day I woke up?" Lysander's deep voice suddenly asked. Hearing this, Thalassa's heart

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

mouth but

it over, she

was Rosalind who had driven her away from

send her away? It was because she

future lady of Royal Estates

whether it was Rosalind or Lysander who sent her away, it didn't seem to make

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