Chapter 2051


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    "When did you and Hertha tie the knot?" Lysander asked.


    ric was momentarily taken aback. "Huh?"


    He thought Lysander had some major issue to discuss with him, and he was all geared up for it. But then, the conversation suddenly swung back to him and Hertha getting hitched? Wasn''t that the topic Lysander was just scoffing at?


    Now, ric felt almost ttered. Just thinking about being legally married to Hertha sent a wave of joy through him he couldn''t quell. "We got our marriage license the morning beforest. Guess I''m officially off the market, buddy. Just a heads up, you can count me out for those bar hops and club nights from now on. My wife runs a tight ship." ric started to boast, unable to hide his glee.


    His grin was practically ear-to-ear.


    It wasn''t that he wanted to show off, really. He had already moved past the topic, but Lysander was the one who brought it up again. "How did you manage to win her over?" Lysander''s smooth, maic voice suddenly inquired.


    "What?" ric momentarily lost track of his thoughts.


    "Weren''t you two just back to being friends? How did you end up getting married so quickly?" Lysander didn''t skimp on the details.


    "Heh, guess I''m just irresistible," ric said,ughing foolishly with excitement.


    "Not talking, hanging up now," Lysander had little patience for this.


    "Hey, wait, wait, wait." ric quickly interjected, preventing him from ending the call.


    "I won''t rub my happiness in your face, ok? Let''s get down to brass tacks," ric got back on track.


    Lysander typically wouldn''t call someone unless it was for something important.


    "What generally makes a woman angry?" Lysander picked up the phone again, pressing it to his ear, initially intent on seeking ric''s advice on how


    to appease a woman. Without getting ric''s wisdom, the call would have been for naught.


    ric paused for a few seconds, surprised that Lysander would ask such a basic question.


    He had braced himself, expecting Lysander to ask for a major favor, something so challenging it could be akin to going into battle.


    But instead, he was just asking for advice on such a simple matter.


    This left ric feeling somewhat anticlimactic.


    "Forget it then!" Lysander was about to hang up, not having received an answer.


    ric snapped back to reality, quickly saying, "Of course, women want to feel cherished by their man Show ack of interest in even the smallest detail, and she might take offense, giving you the cold shoulder."


    Without further ado, ric conveyed the reason to Lysander.


    He had to speak up, or Lysander might actually end the call.


    "Get some rest," Lysander said, his brows furrowing slightly as he reyed his interactions with Thssa, beginning to see a pattern. After ending the call with ric Fitch approached respectfully, "Lysander, dinner is served. Shall I send someone to call Ms. Everhart?"


    "No need," Lysander replied, striding towards the staircase. After a couple of steps, he turned back to correct Fitch: "Don''t call her Ms. Everhart." Fitch, breaking out in a cold sweat, was taken aback.


    Before he could respond, Lysander added, "Call her ''thedy of the house.""


    Fitch''s tense nerves immediately rxed, his eyes widening in surprise. Before he could utter a word, Lysander had already ascended the stairs.


    In just a few seconds, Fitch went


    from nervous to shocked, then to ted. His cold sweat hadn''t even had a chance to break before it was reced by a smile. Content


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    He had thought Lysander and Thssa were on the verge of a split, but now, he was instructing the staff to refer to Thssa as ''thedy of the house.''


    It seemed they were indeed bing a united front.


    Fitch, the butler, was happy for Lysander and Thssa alike.


    Lysander reached the bedroom door and knocked gently.