"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?

but picked up a shrimp, peeled it, and placed the meat

Thalassa. "Mr.

where Rosalind was the one peeling

he was

she have to have

choose to leave Royal Estates on the day I woke up?" Lysander's deep voice suddenly asked. Hearing

FAVOURITE GAMES

her mouth but

it over, she realized the

Rosalind who had driven

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

authority as the future lady of Royal Estates to

Rosalind or Lysander who sent her away, it didn't seem to make much

exit gracefully, she didn't want to ruin the relationship between Lysander and Rosalind. It was better not to become a

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