Chapter 460
Richard’s mouth was crammed full of crawfish, shells, and all. The sharp spikes on the crawfish’s head pricked the roof of his
mouth, leaving a tingling sensation of pain.
It was just a minor cut on the upper part of his mouth.
He fished the crawfish’s head out of his mouth and felt slightly exasperated. He had the honor of being fed by Lysander, and he
ended up with a cut in his mouth.
Others truly couldn’t enjoy Lysander’s gentleness.
While Thalassa was happily chewing on her delicious crawfish, she was deep in thought about Richard’s comment.
She was the first woman Lysander had brought home, his exception.
Taken out of context, that was incredibly sweet. It made her think that she held a special place in Lysander’s heart.
But tying it all together, she had an epiphany.
In Lysander’s eyes, she was indeed ‘special.’
She was the daughter of his enemy, a man who had caused chaos in his home, broken his parents’ marriage, and ultimately led
to their deaths.
For anyone to not harbor hatred towards the child of such a person, they’d have to be a saint.
Lysander must have hated her to the core to torment her at every opportunity, using her as an outlet for his pent-up rage.
Bringing her home was probably just to make it easier for him to vent his anger.
Her ‘specialness” wasn’t something others would desire.
Thalassa was lost in her thoughts and silent.
Lysander was busy cutting up the crawfish and not speaking..
For a moment, the whole dining table was so quiet that it was slightly unnerving.
As Thalassa tried to lower her presence, a piece of crawfish meat dipped sauce appeared in her bowl.
She was taken aback, and as she looked in the direction the meat had come from, she met Lysander’s deep, intense gaze.
“Focus on your meal.”
His voice was cold and commanding.
Had he noticed she wasn’t focused on her meal?
Thalassa nodded vigorously as she chewed the crawfish in her mouth.
Her cheeks were puffed out, and her eyes were shining. She was obediently nodding, looking innocent and adorable.
Especially her clear, beautiful eyes, which showed a mix of timidity and sharpness.
Under the chandelier’s light, her eyes reflected the beams and looked bright and clear.
The light seemed to pierce Lysander’s heart, making it skip a beat.
She finished chewing the crawfish and swallowed it all. It was too much meat, and she had swallowed too fast, causing Thalassa
to choke.
Covering her throat, her face turned the color of a pig’s liver. The meat was stuck in her throat, neither coming up nor going
down. She was having difficulty breathing, and it was incredibly uncomfortable.
Seeing her in pain, Lysander-quickly handed her a glass of water, supporting the back of her head with one hand and feeding her
the water with the other.
Gripping the glass, she took a big gulp. With a hard swallow, the water helped push down the stuck crawfish. She took a deep
breath and was relieved to be alive.
Annoyed, Lysander reprimanded her. “What’s the rush? No-one’s competing with you.”
His cold words held a hint of worry if you listened closely.
Richard teased. “Exactly, no one’s competing with you. Anyone who tries to take a piece might end up with a cut in their mouth,”
Thalassa was embarrassed and flustered.
She loved lobster, but she couldn’t finish such a big one.
Feeling awkward, she lowered her head and said, “I understand.”
Just as she was about to continue eating, Lysander placed a bowl of chicken soup in front of her.