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.

setting the table and polishing the silverware, froze in their tracks as they caught sight of Lysander’s neck. Yet, fearing his icy authority, they all bowed their heads in silence

was stern

and had expended quite some energy, he was indeed hungry.

at the table, elegantly cutting into

hurriedly descended the staircase just as he took the first bite.

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

can I leave now? My mother called me

tell him that she was worried

tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over

the long sleeves

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

was an unintentional

allowed you to dress

the anger in Lysander’s voice, Fitch and the other staff turned away instantly to busy themselves elsewhere.

from others was seen as

retorted, “I had no clothes to wear. Was I supposed to wrap myself in a

up quickly. His towering

Thalassa’s heart as he seized her