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Chapter 557
Lysander’s eyes, profound and enigmatic, gave her a fleeting glance. He registered her flushed face, and a flicker of amusement danced in the depths of his eyes. It was followed by a slight movement of his Adam’s apple.
He headed to the bathroom. His steps echoed softly before the door shut behind him.
The sound of the shower drizzled softly, mist fogging up the frosted glass and obscuring the silhouette within.
Despite her fatigue, Thalassa knew she couldn’t delay. The children were waiting for her downstairs, eager to indulge in their prearranged playtime.
She opted for a turtleneck dress from her wardrobe. Once dressed and freshened up, she descended the stairs.
The dining room scene was heartwarming.
Lysander sat at one end of the rectangular table, impeccably dressed in a suit and tie. His handsome features were relaxed as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe was elegantly partaking of his breakfast.
Across the table, four little munchkins were obediently enjoying their meal.
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Usually, meal times at home were a riot of chatter and laughter, with bits of food strewn about the table.
But then, the children were unusually quiet, eating their breakfast with decorum. Each of them had a napkin tucked into their collars to prevent any spills.
Servants stood at their disposal, ready to attend to their needs at a moment’s notice.
Witnessing that scene stirred a mix of emotions within Thalassa. A touch of melancholy intertwined with profound gratitude within her.
Indeed, when with their father, the children received the best care and attention.
During the four years with her, they had been through tumultuous times.
Despite his disinterest in children, Lysander was their father, and he ensured their well-being.
“Mom, you’re here. The shrimp’s so tasty, and you should try some,” Elowen’s sweet and innocent voice broke the silence. Her eyes were glowing with delight as she held a shrimp tail, happily munching away, her mouth smeared with sauce.
She resembled a little kitten.
A smile tugged at Thalassa’s lips as she approached the table, only to pause when she noticed the seating arrangement.
With the four kids seated opposite Lysander, there was no space. The other sides of the table lacked the necessary tableware and chairs. Only the spot next to Lysander was available.
Clearly, that spot was reserved for her.
However, sitting next to Lysander, with his aura of silent intimidation, was not Thalassa’s first choice. She preferred to sit with the children, but there were no vacant spots.
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Reluctantly, she settled down next to Lysander.
“Mom, try the shrimp,” Atticus, a little gentleman, offered her a peeled shrimp from his plate.
With a gracious nod, Thalassa replied, “Thank you, Atticus.”
As she leaned forward, her neckline slipped, revealing a portion of her neck.
Atticus, noticing the bruise on her skin, expressed concern, “Mom, what happened? Are you hurt?”
He pointed to his own neck, mirroring her bruise, his worry evident in his expression.
Caught off guard, Thalassa glanced down, her eyes widening at the sight of the mark Lysander had left. She quickly adjusted her collar, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She forced a smile, her eyes darting away in embarrassment.
“It’s nothing, sweetheart. I just bumped into something…” she replied, her gaze darting accusingly towards Lysander.
It was all his fault! He had been too rough.
Despite her efforts to conceal the bruise with a turtleneck, the children had still noticed,
Lysander’s gaze met hers, and there was a spark of amusement in his eyes at her accusatory look.
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