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

was quick on the uptakekopbeforehshe could move, Fitch had already led the children

beside Lysander as

servedethahatassa a piece of fish onto her plat It’s

voice filled her

meeting its eyeyes/which held

and began to teach thesfishehte ci given her. “Alright, I’ll h

overthink it. It seemed Lysander had indeddesspatially prepared these dishes for

it was just that thesesweveth the dishes ordered,

even asked about her lunch and had these disheseppepared by the

he up to? Was

could be

offering Thalassa a spoonful of cake with her

a sight that brought a smile to anyone’s face.