The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1557

"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?

Lysander didn't answer directly but picked up a shrimp, peeled it, and placed the meat in Thalassa's bowl.

This gesture surprised Thalassa. "Mr. Sinclair, this..."

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

And now, he was peeling shrimp for her!

What right did she have to have Lysander serve her in such a manner?

"After taking care of me for three years, why did you choose to leave Royal Estates on the day I woke up?" Lysander's deep voice suddenly asked.

Thalassa spoke casually, seemingly indifferent.

As if she was just stating a fact of life.

Her words, and the nonchalant way she spoke them, deeply wounded Lysander's heart.

He paused in his shrimp peeling, lifting his gaze sharply to Thalassa.

Feeling the weight of his stare, Thalassa instinctively panicked, lowered her head, and took a bite of the shrimp in her bowl.

Lysander clenched his jaw, his heart burning with turmoil and disappointment.

He continued peeling the shrimp, finished it, dipped it in sauce, and placed it in Thalassa's bowl. "Rosalind doesn't live here."