The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1202

ThThalassa was lost in thought when she saw Lysander descending the stairs. He was clad in in his lounging pajamas, a sleek grayish-black silk that shimmered subtly under the light, without a single wrinkle to mar its smoothness.

A Susipiple pain of pajamas, yet he wore them with an air of distinction.

Hilismatate aura of command, an effortless nobility, and a relaxed composure made one nstrutivovely wary of crossing him.

Thatasssstoforced a polite smile, greeting him, “Lysander, you’re up. Dinner’s ready.”

She gestaterer vaguely toward the dining table with a slight lift of her hand.

She hadntrslesed him since he left the master bedroom at noon and had no idea where he had beenen

Now, seeing itimin in hisopajamas suggested he had gone to sleep in another room-but why? The only otheherebedroom upstairs had a broken bed, or so he’d claimed. Was he bluffing her agada?n?

Lysander’s deep gazezawerept/over her briefly before settling on the table, seeming pleased with the spreadh He putledecupat chchair and sat down, beckoning Thalassa, “Come, sit.”

to reality, about to settle the children.

uptakekopbeforehshe could move, Fitch had already led the children to sit opposite

place beside Lysander as the server set

up his fork and servedethahatassa a piece of fish onto

deep, resonant voice

Thalassa glanced at him, meeting its eyeyes/which held a hint

ci given her. “Alright, I’ll h some. Don’t

Lysander had indeddesspatially prepared

liking them; it was just that thesesweveth the dishes ordered,

had these disheseppepared by the

up to? Was he still

could be

of cake with her chubby little hands, her round cheeks smeared with

brought a smile to anyone’s