The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Come on, dig in," Lysander said, wheeling himself to the dining table.

Thalassa had no excuse to refuse anymore. If the meal wasn't ready, she might have found a way to dodge the invitation, but now that everything was served, turning him down would seem downright rude. She moved to the dining table and, out of courtesy, sat opposite Lysander. She sat up straight, her posture stiff, not touching her fork.

Lysander raised an eyebrow at her. "What are you waiting for? Dig in."

"Aren't we waiting for Rosalind?" Thalassa asked.

Since she entered, Thalassa hadn't seen Rosalind around. She assumed Rosalind might be resting in her room.

She had already assumed that Rosalind lived here, especially since Fitch almost slipped and called her Ms. Whitman, confirming her residence at Royal Estates.

At Thalassa's question, Lysander's handsome face suddenly turned cold.

The chilling aura around him tensed Thalassa's nerves. "Did I say something wrong?"

As a guest at Royal Estates, it wasn't her place to start eating without waiting for the future lady of the house, was it?

a shrimp, peeled it, and placed

Thalassa. "Mr. Sinclair,

felt awkward! She remembered the last meal where Rosalind was the one peeling shrimp for Lysander, and all he had to

was peeling shrimp for

have to have

woke up?" Lysander's deep voice suddenly

FAVOURITE

mouth

over, she realized the convoluted

driven her away from Royal

Rosalind have the power to send her away? It was because she relied on Zephyr and the Reed family's

the future lady of Royal Estates to send an

whether it was Rosalind or Lysander who sent her away, it didn't seem to

want to ruin the relationship between Lysander and Rosalind. It was better