"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.

aura around him tensed Thalassa's nerves. "Did I say something

Estates, it wasn't her place to start eating without waiting

directly but picked up a shrimp,

Thalassa. "Mr. Sinclair,

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

he was peeling

did she have to have Lysander serve her in such a

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 at his question. She

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her mouth but didn't

over, she realized

was Rosalind who had driven

the power to send her away? It was because

of Royal Estates to send an unrelated person

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

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