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?

directly but picked up a shrimp, peeled it, and

Thalassa.

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

now, he was peeling shrimp

have Lysander serve her in such a

I woke up?" Lysander's deep voice suddenly asked. Hearing this, Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, surprised

FAVOURITE

mouth but

it over, she

had driven her away from Royal

have the power to send her away? It was because she relied

as the future lady of Royal Estates to send an unrelated person

it was Rosalind or Lysander who sent her away,

was better not