"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 for the future lady of the house, was

didn't answer directly but picked up a shrimp, peeled it, and

gesture surprised Thalassa.

the one peeling shrimp for Lysander, and all he had to

now, he was peeling

to have Lysander

taking care of me for three years, why did you choose to leave Royal Estates on the day I woke up?" Lysander's deep voice suddenly asked. Hearing this, Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, surprised

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her mouth but didn't

over, she realized the

had driven

did Rosalind have the power to send her away? It was because she relied

the authority as the future lady of Royal Estates to send

or Lysander who sent her away, it

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