The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 502

In Royal Estates.

Fitch and the house staff had prepared a sumptuous dinner, each dish meticulously arranged on the dining table.

Lysander, tall and imposing, descended the staircase.

He was clad in a charcoal silk robe, the fabric shimmering under the crystal chandelier was just like the cool aura he exuded.

Even in lounge wear, he managed to evoke a sense of grandeur and luxury.

As he descended, Fitch turned to him and said with respect, “Sir, your dinner is served…”

His words trailed off as he noticed something odd about Lysander’s neck. He froze, fear and apprehension clouding his face.

Lysander noticed Fitch’s erratic look and frowned in irritation, “What are you looking at?”

“Oh, nothing. Please enjoy your meal,” Fitch quickly bowed his head and retreated.

the table and polishing the silverware, froze in their tracks as they caught sight of Lysander’s neck. Yet, fearing

stern and intimidating.

eaten since morning and had expended quite some

the table, elegantly cutting into his steak with

as

of the manor unseen. But she found him now slowly enjoying his

Sinclair, can I leave now? My mother called me

tell him that she was worried

head, his gaze sweeping over

she was rolling up the long sleeves and revealing her slender,

shirt barely covered her thighs; her long, slender legs were looking so smooth and white.

was an

allowed you to dress

voice, Fitch and the other staff turned away instantly to busy

was Lysander’s woman; even a glance from others was seen as an offense.

“I had no clothes to wear. Was I supposed

words hung in the air, he stood up quickly. His towering figure cast a shadow

as he seized her wrist and pulled her upstairs.