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.

silverware, froze in their tracks as they caught sight of Lysander’s neck. Yet, fearing his icy authority, they

was stern and intimidating.

had not eaten since morning and had expended quite

took his seat at the table, elegantly cutting into

staircase just as he took

planned on darting out of the manor unseen. But she found him now slowly enjoying

him, “Mr. Sinclair, can I leave now?

couldn’t tell him that she was worried about

tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over

in his black shirt, she was rolling up the long sleeves

figure. The shirt barely covered her thighs; her long,

an unintentional allure.

darkened, “Who allowed you

Fitch and the other staff turned away instantly to

from others was seen

had no clothes to wear. Was I supposed to wrap myself in a bed

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

Thalassa’s heart as he seized her wrist and pulled her upstairs.