"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 I say

her place to start eating without

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

Thalassa. "Mr. Sinclair,

the one peeling shrimp for Lysander, and all he had

he was peeling shrimp for

have to have Lysander serve her

up?" Lysander's deep voice suddenly asked. Hearing this, Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, surprised at his question. She wanted to blurt out, wasn't it

FAVOURITE GAMES

her mouth

thinking it over, she

Rosalind who had driven

her away? It was because she

the future lady of Royal

way, whether it was Rosalind or Lysander who sent her away,

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