"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.

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

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

Thalassa. "Mr. Sinclair,

meal where Rosalind was the one peeling shrimp

was peeling shrimp for

did she have to have Lysander serve her in such a

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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mouth but didn't

she realized the

had driven her away from

Rosalind have the power to send her away? It was because she relied on Zephyr and the

future lady of

whether it was Rosalind or Lysander who sent her away,

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