Chapter 502
In Royal Estates.
Fitch and the house staff had prepared a sumptuous dinner, each dish meticulously arranged on the dining table.
Lysander, tall and imposing, descended the staircase.
He was clad in a charcoal silk robe, the fabric shimmering under the crystal chandelier was just like the cool aura he exuded.
Even in lounge wear, he managed to evoke a sense of grandeur and luxury.
As he descended, Fitch turned to him and said with respect, “Sir, your dinner is served…”
His words trailed off as he noticed something odd about Lysander’s neck. He froze, fear and apprehension clouding his face.
Lysander noticed Fitch’s erratic look and frowned in irritation, “What are you looking at?”
“Oh, nothing. Please enjoy your meal,” Fitch quickly bowed his head and retreated.
The other staff members, who had been bustling about setting the table and polishing the silverware, froze in their tracks as they caught sight of Lysander’s neck. Yet, fearing his icy authority, they all bowed their heads in silence and busied themselves elsewhere.
Lysander’s aura was stern and intimidating.
He had not eaten since morning and had expended quite some energy, he was indeed hungry.
He took his seat at the table, elegantly cutting into his steak with his cutlery.
Thalassa hurriedly descended the staircase just as he took the first bite.
Assuming Lysander was out, she had planned on darting out of the manor unseen. But she found him now slowly enjoying his dinner
Her body tensed as she approached him, “Mr. Sinclair, can I leave now? My mother called me for something important…”
She couldn’t tell him that she was worried about picking up their child, could she?
Lysander tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over her from top to bottom.
Dressed in his black shirt, she was rolling up the long sleeves and revealing her slender, pale arms.
The belt cinching her waist was accentuating her petite figure. The shirt barely covered her thighs; her long, slender legs were looking so smooth and white.
It was an unintentional allure.
Lysander’s handsome face darkened, “Who allowed you to dress like this?”
Recognizing the anger in Lysander’s voice, Fitch and the other staff turned away instantly to busy themselves elsewhere.
Thalassa was Lysander’s woman; even a glance from others was seen as an offense.
Thalassa retorted, “I had no clothes to wear. Was I supposed to wrap myself in a bed sheet instead?”
As her words hung in the air, he stood up quickly. His towering figure cast a shadow over her.
Panic seeped into Thalassa’s heart as he seized her wrist and pulled her upstairs.
He pushed open a door, leading her to another wardrobe. His face was stern as he ordered gruffly, “Open it.”
Thalassa shrank back a little under his command.
Not daring to defy him, she obediently opened the wardrobe.
The wardrobe was filled with dresses of all colors and styles, even including lingerie.
Thalassa gasped in surprise, “Are these all for me?”
“Who else would they be for?” Lysander retorted coldly. His eyes bore into hers, intimidating and icy,
That made sense. The thought of Lysander in a dress was too absurd to even consider.
Earlier, Thalassa had only opened Lysander’s wardrobe, not realizing there was another filled with women’s clothing. So, she ended up wearing Lysander’s clothes.
But why would he prepare so many clothes for her?
Was he anticipating her clothes being torn every time she visited?
Thinking of the previous night, when he had been as fierce as a wolf, a wave of panic washed over Thalassa, Her heart was still quivering.