Chapter 441


    Dressed in a deep navy-blue suit and matching trousers, ric was a sight to behold. His white shirt


    and a blue id tie added to his extraordinary demeanor. His hypnotic eyes were enchantingly


    mischievous, a stark contrast to Lysander’s rugged handsomeness.


    Behind them, a group of people were busy carrying cameras and microphones. They were


    unmistakably members of the press.


    On seeing them, Hertha’s nerves, which had just begun to settle, stretched again. Her smile became


    tense and awkward. “Mr. Sinir, wee. Please,e in,” she said, stepping aside to let them in.


    Lysander, followed by ric, spread his long legs and stepped in. ric’s inscrutable eyes fixed on


    Hertha as he passed by. What a pair of enchanting eyes!


    His gaze sent a shiver down her spine, causing her heart to race. His enchanting allure, his


    breathtaking beauty, and his ability to captivate her with a single look – it was all too much.


    The reporters followed closely behind; their cameras trained on Lysander.


    Once everyone was in, Hertha approached nervously; she noticed that Lysander was taking in the


    room’s decor. He was staring at a giant panda plushie on the sofa that she had forgotten to put away.


    “Mr. Sinir, Mr. Falconer, please sit,” she said, hastily grabbing the plushie and holding it close.


    As ric took a seat next to Lysander, he surveyed the room and remarked, “The house is not bad for


    a single mom working and raising her four kids.” Hertha responded with a forced smile, “Yes, I’m d


    the kids are well-behaved so I don’t have to worry too much.”


    ric, with a teasing smile, responded, “I can see that. They’re already earning their keep by winning a


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    huge amount of money in a single contest. That’s two years’ worth of ie for an average family,


    isn’t it?”


    Hertha, feeling guilty, didn’t respond. Instead, she noticed Lysander’s gaze had moved to the clothes


    hanging on the balcony..


    Following his gaze, she saw several sets of children’s clothes, including adorable animal onesies. The


    clothes swayed gently in the wind and looked incredibly cute. So Lysander was staring at those


    onesies. He must relent just by watching the babies cute clothes, she thought.


    “Those are my quadruplets’ clothes. They’re about the same size, so I buy and wash their clothes


    together,” she exined.


    The reportérs quickly took their cameras and gave them a close-up shot.


    However, Lysander’s gaze had moved on to a yellow dress hanging among the clothes. “Ms.


    Kensington, do you also wear Chanel?” he asked.


    “No, I like Chanel but it’s too expensive for me,” Hertha replied automatically. But then she realized her


    mistake. Among the clothes was a yellow Chanel dress. That was Thssa Everhart’s dress, a gift


    from Lysander himself!


    “Ms. Kensington, unless I’m mistaken, that yellow dress on the clothesline is a Chanel haute couture


    piece. If you don’t wear Chanel, where did ite from?” asked one of the more experienced


    reporters.


    Hertha’s heart pounded in her chest as the reporter scooted over and handed her the microphone.