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

surprised Thalassa. "Mr.

one peeling shrimp for Lysander, and

he was

did she have to have Lysander serve her

choose to leave Royal Estates on the day I woke up?" Lysander's deep voice suddenly asked. Hearing this, Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, surprised at his question. She wanted to blurt out, wasn't it you who

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her mouth

she realized the convoluted

had driven her away from Royal

was because she relied

had the authority as the future lady of Royal Estates to

way, whether it was Rosalind or Lysander who sent her

and Rosalind. It was better not to become a thorn in Rosalind's