"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.

Thalassa's nerves. "Did

start eating without waiting for the

answer directly but picked up a shrimp, peeled it, and placed the meat in

Thalassa. "Mr. Sinclair,

felt awkward! She remembered the last meal where Rosalind was the one peeling shrimp for Lysander, and all he had to

was peeling shrimp

she have to have Lysander serve her in such

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

PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES

opened her mouth but

she realized the convoluted

who had driven her away

have the power to send her away? It was because she relied on Zephyr and the Reed family's

authority as the future lady of Royal Estates to send an

Lysander who sent her away, it didn't seem to

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