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Chapter 1202
ThThalassa was lost in thought when she saw Lysander descending the stairs. He was clad in in his
lounging pajamas, a sleek grayish-black silk that shimmered subtly under the light, without a single
wrinkle to mar its smoothness.
A Susipiple pain of pajamas, yet he wore them with an air of distinction.
Hilismatate aura of command, an effortless nobility, and a relaxed composure made one nstrutivovely
wary of crossing him.
Thatasssstoforced a polite smile, greeting him, “Lysander, you’re up. Dinner’s ready.”
She gestaterer vaguely toward the dining table with a slight lift of her hand.
She hadntrslesed him since he left the master bedroom at noon and had no idea where he had beenen
Now, seeing itimin in hisopajamas suggested he had gone to sleep in another room-but why? The only
otheherebedroom upstairs had a broken bed, or so he’d claimed. Was he bluffing her agada?n?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLysander’s deep gazezawerept/over her briefly before settling on the table, seeming pleased with the
spreadh He putledecupat chchair and sat down, beckoning Thalassa, “Come, sit.”
Oh, sure,” Thalassa snappedeblock to reality, about to settle the children.
Fitch was quick on the uptakekopbeforehshe could move, Fitch had already led the children to sit
opposite Lysander, arrangingnth their cutlery for them.
With no other option, Thalassasto obokehet place beside Lysander as the server set their
ableware.
Lysander picked up his fork and servedethahatassa a piece of fish onto her plat It’s all your favorites.
Eat up.”
His deep, resonant voice filled her eagar.
Startled, Thalassa glanced at him, meeting its eyeyes/which held a hint of amusem
She smiled awkwardly in return and began to teach thesfishehte ci given her. “Alright, I’ll h some. Don’t
forget to eat yourself.”
She didn’t overthink it. It seemed Lysander had indeddesspatially prepared these dishes fo
her
She hadn’t mentioned liking them; it was just that thesesweveth the dishes ordered, and she
ad been hungry at the time.
ysander had even asked about her lunch and had these disheseppepared by the afternoon and so
abundantly!
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What was he up to? Was he still angry?
Men could be terrifyingly petty.
“Mama, try mine! The cream puff cake is delicious,” Elowen said, offering Thalassa a spoonful of cake
with her chubby little hands, her round cheeks smeared with cream, giving her the look of a kitten.
It was a sight that brought a smile to anyone’s face.
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Thalassa laughed softly, leaning in to take a bite from Elowen’s spoon, and praised, “Yummy.”
“I love you the most, Mommy,” Elowen beamed her big eyes crinkling and dimples deepening with her
smile.
Thalassa ruffled Elowen’s hair and replied, “I love you too.”
She wiped away the cream from Elowen’s face with a napkin, saying, “Thank you, Elowen, but keep
eating. I have lots more to try. What if I burst from eating too much?”
Knowing Lysander, he had prepared these dishes for her, likely expecting her to finish. them.
If she couldn’t, she would inadvertently hit a nerve.
Thalassa had finally enjoyed a few days of peace and did not want to provoke Lysander again.
Lysander’s eyes flickered, taking in Thalassa’s words. Did she think he would force her to eat until she
was stuffed?
The mirth in his gaze was swiftly replaced by a dark, icy stillness.
Dorian was about to spoon-feed his mother some caviar, his favorite, but hesitat hearing her words to
Elowen. He paused, then decided to eat it himself instead.
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