The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 458

Chapter 458 

Thalassa listened as her breath hitched in her throat and her body tensed up. Her eyes were cast down, unwilling to meet Fitch’s gaze. 

All of the reports Fitch was giving were about matters he had handled on her behalf, cleaning up the mess she had inadvertently created. But how could the circular pendant have disappeared? 

Could it be that when she was hallucinating from the mushroom poisoning, she mistook the antique artifacts for carrots and accidentally swallowed the pendant? 

But she hadn’t felt any discomfort or pain in her stomach. And nothing unusual had happened when she went to the bathroom these past few days. 

Lysander’s presence seemed to grow colder. His deep gaze flicked towards Fitch before giving a dismissive wave. 

Fitch bowed respectfully before retreating. 

Soon, the servants, along with Fitch, began to bring out platters of delectable food, both large and small. 

A wave of mouthwatering scents wafted through the room. 

The aroma infiltrated Thalassa’s nostrils, teasing her senses. The delicious smell was so tantalizing that she could feel her mouth starting to water. 

Unconsciously, her eyes drifted towards the dining table. At the center of the table was a gigantic lobster, its hue a rich and deep red. It was surrounded by an array of colorful flowers, and a savory sauce was dripping down its back, pooling in the white dish beneath it. 

The sight was enough to make anyone salivate. 

Around the lobster, there were other dishes. Fried soft-shell crab, grilled shrimp, glazed ham, chicken drizzled in a durian sauce, and a light melon soup with lean meat. 

A table full of diverse, delectable dishes. 

A feast for both the eyes and the palate. 

Thalassa’s stomach gave a loud, audible growl. 

Oh no, she hadn’t been able to resist the temptation, and her stomach had betrayed her. 

Thalassa quickly placed her hand over her stomach and gave a sheepish glance towards Lysander. 

He didn’t notice, did he? 

Lysander’s gaze flicked towards her through the dissipating smoke, and after extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray, he stood up and walked towards the dining table. “Let’s eat.” Thalassa’s heart leaped with joy. She quickly followed him to the table and took a seat opposite him. 

A bowl was already set before her. Fitch, armed with a knife and fork, expertly cut into the lobster tail, extracting a large chunk of tender lobster meat and placing it in Lysander’s dish. Lysander then picked up the piece with his fork and dropped it into Thalassa’s bowl. 

Thalassa was taken aback but quickly said, “Thank you.” 

As soon as the words left her mouth, Lysander’s gaze turned towards her. 

Feeling the weight of his stare, Thalassa instinctively retracted her neck, feeling flustered. 

Had she said something wrong? 

She decided to focus on her food and not speak anymore. Talking less meant making fewer mistakes. 

She was halfway through her helping of delicious lobster when Lysander picked up a piece of white meat with his fork, dipped it in the sauce, and held it out to her. “Open your mouth.” Thalassa immediately halted her actions. Her gaze flitted between the piece of meat and Lysander’s face in disbelief and surprise. She obediently opened her mouth. 

Lysander placed the piece of meat into her mouth, and she closed her lips around it, taking it off the fork before beginning to chew.