The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel 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.