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.”

sure,” Thalassa snappedeblock to reality, about to settle the children.

move, Fitch had already led the children to

Thalassasto obokehet place beside Lysander as the server set their

a piece of fish onto her plat

resonant voice filled

meeting its eyeyes/which held a

to teach thesfishehte ci given her.

it. It seemed Lysander had indeddesspatially prepared these

the dishes ordered, and she had been hungry at

had even asked about her lunch and had these disheseppepared by

up to? Was he still angry?

be

of cake with her chubby little

was a sight that brought a