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.”

Thalassa snappedeblock to reality,

Fitch had already led the children to sit opposite Lysander, arrangingnth

place beside Lysander as the server set their ableware.

and servedethahatassa a piece of fish onto her plat It’s all

deep, resonant voice filled her

at him, meeting its eyeyes/which held a

given her. “Alright,

It seemed Lysander had indeddesspatially prepared these

liking them; it was just that thesesweveth the dishes ordered, and she had been hungry

and had these disheseppepared by

to? Was he still

could be terrifyingly

try mine! The cream puff cake is delicious,” Elowen said, offering Thalassa a spoonful of cake with her chubby

brought

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