Chapter 428


    Before long, the waiter served their meal.


    In front of Thssa was a te of steak, the aroma of which was tantalizing.


    The savory scent filled her senses, testifying to the deliciousness of the dish.


    Lysander had also ordered a steak, surprisingly the same as hers.


    Thssa was a bit taken aback, and she hadn’t expected that Lysander’s “The usual” would be the


    same steak she ordered randomly!


    What a coincidence!


    Thssa nced at his steak, somewhat puzzled.


    Lysander lifted his gaze, looking at her, his deep voice asking, “Do you know that this is the special


    here? Have you been here before?”


    His question sent a jolt of shock through Thssa. She quickly denied, “I didn’t know this steak was the


    special here. I just ordered it because it has the shortest name in French.”


    If Lysander knew that she had been here just over an hour ago, apanied by Leopold, seated in


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    the very same ce, she was certain she’d be in deep trouble.


    As Thssa spoke, she lowered her head, picked up her knife and fork, and began to cut into her


    steak, intentionally avoiding his gaze.


    His eyes were piercing; she was certain she’d falter under his direct stare.


    Thssa cut a piece of steak and put it in her mouth.


    The steak was tender and juicy, absolutely delicious.


    Earlier, when Leopold insisted on bringing her here, she had no appetite to eat.


    She hadn’t tasted the steak she’d ordered then.


    Now, sitting across from her was Lysander. His oppressive presence felt like a biting cold wind on her


    skin. She was on edge.


    She couldn’t afford not to eat.


    After a bite, she looked up at Lysander, her eyes curving in a smile. She praised, “Mmm, it was so


    delicious.”


    Her smile, somehow, was illuminating, pure and clear.


    Lysander’s gaze flickered slightly, a corner of his heart seemingly lit by her smile.


    He picked up his knife and fork, elegantly cutting the steak. Instead of eating the piece he cut, he


    forked it and ced it on Thssa’s te.


    Thssa, who had been engrossed in eating her steak to hide her inner turmoil, was startled by the


    sudden addition to her te. It was like a stone thrown into a calm, shimmeringke, creating ripples


    that spread outwards.


    Thssa looked up in surprise, meeting Lysander’s handsome, stoic face.


    He cut another piece of steak and ced it onto her te.


    Only then did Thssa react, saying, “Mr. Sinir, I’ve had enough. You should eat.”


    “You said it’s delicious, so eat more, Lysander replied.


    Thssa swallowed the piece of steak in her mouth. Lysander’s words gave her a peculiar feeling,


    almost as if he was showing concern for her.


    She quickly dismissed the idea. How could that be possible?


    Even if the whole world cared for her, Lysander wouldn’t.


    Who would show concern for the daughter of an enemy?


    She should be grateful that he hadn’t killed her, let alone showed concern.


    “Thank you, Mr. Sinir,” Thssa lowered her head, thanked him, picked up the steak he gave her,


    and focused on her meal.


    At this point, Lysander started to eat too. He chewed slowly and elegantly. Even eating, he exuded a


    sense of nobility and grace. Thssa nced at him, momentarily dazzled by his elegance and charm.