Chapter 557


    Lysander’s eyes, profound and enigmatic, gave her a fleeting nce. 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 ss and obscuring the silhouette


    within.


    Despite her fatigue, Thssa knew she couldn’t dy. The children were waiting for her downstairs,


    eager to indulge in their prearranged ytime.


    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 rectangr table, impably dressed in a suit and tie. His handsome


    features were rxed as if nothing out of the ordinary had urred.


    He was elegantly partaking of his breakfast.


    Across the table, four little munchkins were obediently enjoying their meal.


    Usually, meal times at home were a riot of chatter andughter, 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 cors 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 Thssa. A touch of mncholy 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 Thssa’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 tablecked


    the necessary tableware and chairs. Only the spot next to Lysander was avable.


    Clearly, that spot was reserved for her.


    However, sitting next to Lysander, with his aura of silent intimidation, was not Thssa’s first choice.


    She preferred to sit with the children, but there were no vacant spots.


    Reluctantly, she settled down next to Lysander.


    “Mom, try the shrimp,” Atticus, a little gentleman, offered her a peeled shrimp from his te.


    With a gracious nod, Thssa 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, Thssa nced down, her eyes widening at the sight of the mark Lysander had


    left. She quickly adjusted her cor, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She forced a smile, her eyes


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    darting away in embarrassment.


    “It’s nothing, sweetheart. I just bumped into something…” she replied, her gaze darting usingly


    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 usatory look.