"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 I say something

guest at Royal Estates, it wasn't her place to start

shrimp, peeled it, and placed

surprised Thalassa. "Mr. Sinclair,

the one

now, he was peeling shrimp

have to have Lysander serve her in such a

deep voice suddenly asked. Hearing this, Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, surprised at his question. She

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opened her mouth but

over, she realized the

who had driven her away from Royal

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

future lady of Royal Estates to send an

whether it was Rosalind or Lysander who

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