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.

tracks as they caught sight of Lysander’s neck. Yet, fearing his icy authority, they all bowed their heads in silence and busied themselves

was stern

and had expended quite some energy, he was

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

the staircase just as he took the

had planned on darting out of the

can I leave now? My

tell him that she was worried about picking up

head, his gaze sweeping over her from top to

up the long sleeves

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

was an unintentional allure.

allowed you to dress like this?”

and the other staff turned away instantly to busy themselves elsewhere.

Lysander’s woman; even a glance from others

retorted, “I had no clothes to wear. Was I

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

Thalassa’s heart as he seized her wrist and