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.

froze in their tracks as they caught sight of Lysander’s

aura was stern

eaten since morning and had expended quite some energy, he was

his seat at the table, elegantly cutting into his steak with

hurriedly descended the staircase just as he took the first

she had planned on darting out of the manor unseen.

as she approached him, “Mr. Sinclair, can I

tell him that she was worried about picking up their child, could she?

gaze sweeping over her from

was rolling up the long sleeves

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

an unintentional

handsome face darkened, “Who allowed you to dress like this?”

Fitch and the other staff turned away instantly to busy themselves

was Lysander’s woman; even a glance from others

clothes to wear. Was I supposed to wrap

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

heart as he seized her wrist and pulled her