Chapter 1202


    Thssa was lost in thought when she saw Lysander descending the stairs. He was d in his


    lounging pajamas, a sleek grayish-ck silk that shimmered subtly under the light, without a single


    wrinkle to mar its smoothness.


    A simple pair of pajamas, yet he wore them with an air of distinction.


    His innate aura ofmand, an effortless nobility, and a rxedposure made one instinctively


    wary of crossing him.


    Thssa forced a polite smile, greeting him, "Lysander, you''re up. Dinner''s ready."


    She gestured vaguely toward the dining table with a slight lift of her hand.


    She hadn''t seen him since he left the master bedroom at noon and had no idea where he had been.


    Now, seeing him in his pajamas suggested he had gone to sleep in another room—but why? The only


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    other bedroom upstairs had a broken bed, or so he''d imed. Was he bluffing her again?


    Lysander’s deep gaze swept over her briefly before settling on the table, seeming pleased with the


    spread. He pulled out a chair and sat down, beckoning Thssa, "Come, sit."


    "Oh, sure," Thssa snapped back to reality, about to settle the children.


    Fitch was quick on the uptake; before she could move, Fitch had already led the children to sit opposite


    Lysander, arranging their cutlery for them.


    With no other option, Thssa took her ce beside Lysander as the server set their tableware.


    Lysander picked up his fork and served Thssa a piece of fish onto her te, saying, "It''s all your


    favorites. Eat up."


    His deep, resonant voice filled her ear.


    Startled, Thssa nced at him, meeting his eyes, which held a hint of amusement.


    She smiled awkwardly in return and began to eat the fish he''d given her. "Alright, I''ll have some. Don''t


    forget to eat yourself."


    She didn''t overthink it. It seemed Lysander had indeed specially prepared these dishes for her.


    She hadn''t mentioned liking them; it was just that these were the dishes ordered, and she had been


    hungry at the time.


    Lysander had even asked about her lunch and had these dishes prepared by the afternoon—and so


    abundantly!


    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 Thssa 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.


    Thssaughed 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.


    Thssa ruffled Elowen''s hair and replied, "I love you too."


    Knowing Lysander, he had prepared these dishes for her, likely expecting her to finish them.


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    Thssa had finally enjoyed a few days of peace and did not want to provoke Lysander again.


    The mirth in his gaze was swiftly reced by a dark, icy stillness.