The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 609

Thalassa’s brows furrowed slightly. It was a subconscious reaction.

Faye ladled up a bowl of soup, stood up, bowed slightly, and placed it in front of Lysander. Her demeanor was humble and considerate.

“Mr. Sinclair,” she said, “I remember you always have a bowl of cod chowder after your social engagements, and I’ve always been the one to serve it to you.”

She finished speaking and looked at Lysander expectantly, waiting for him to take the soup and drink it.

There were a lot of hidden messages in what she just said.

In the past, she was Lysander’s personal assistant. She took care of him at every social event, so no one knew his habits better than she did.

Her hidden messages were not only for the others present, but also for Thalassa.

She wanted Thalassa to know that no one knew Lysander better than she did.

Thalassa naturally understood the subtext of her words.

Faye was declaring war on her.

not what she thought it was. No

to know if Lysander would drink the soup Faye had

it would prove that Faye still had a certain weight in his heart. She would

a hint of anxiety in her

Lysander’s handsome face remained calm. There wasn’t a trace of emotion or affection for Faye anywhere on him.

soup in front of him and turned

was still standing there, waiting for Lysander’s reaction, but he was leisurely eating his meal as if she weren’t there.-

polite and considerate smile on Faye’s face gradually faded. It had become a stiff grin. She stood awkwardly, not knowing whether to stand or sit, feeling completely

help Faye. “Lysander, Faye is talking to you. She knows you like cod chowder.

his eyes. His deep gaze swept across Faye’s face and landed on Zephyr. He casually moved the

His anger made his

the kitchen made the cod chowder just for you. Just drink it. Lysander is fine with his

stood there with her hands clenched into fists. Her face showed how extremely embarrassed she

mad, Great-grandpa. My dad doesn’t like soup. He

a spoonful of pink cream from her

cream flowers, don’t you? I’ll feed you. Open up…” Elowen’s voice

was covered in cream, as was her mouth. She was