"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.

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

Estates, it wasn't her place to start eating without waiting for the future lady of the house,

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

Thalassa. "Mr. Sinclair,

awkward! She remembered the last meal where Rosalind was the one peeling

now, he was peeling shrimp

have to have Lysander serve her in such

for three years, why did you choose to leave Royal Estates on the day I woke up?" Lysander's deep voice suddenly asked.

FAVOURITE GAMES

mouth

she

was Rosalind who had driven

to send her away? It was because

lady of Royal Estates to send an

it was Rosalind or Lysander who sent her away, it

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