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.

bustling about setting the table and polishing the silverware, froze in their tracks as they caught

stern and intimidating.

had not eaten since morning and had expended quite some energy, he was indeed hungry.

table, elegantly cutting into

descended the staircase just as he took the first

out of the manor unseen. But she found him now

I leave

that she was worried about picking up their child,

his head, his gaze sweeping over her from top

shirt, she was rolling up the long sleeves and revealing

belt cinching her waist was accentuating her petite figure. The shirt barely covered her thighs; her long, slender legs were looking so smooth

was an unintentional

“Who allowed you to dress

other staff turned away instantly to busy themselves elsewhere.

woman; even a glance from others was seen as an

wear. Was I supposed to wrap myself in a bed

he stood up quickly. His towering figure cast a shadow over

seeped into Thalassa’s heart as he seized her