Chapter 572
The little tyke always had a knack for sharing her goodies with her mom, Thalassa.
Thalassa couldn’t negate such a kind gesture. If she were to refuse, it would have broken Elowen’s heart.
Whenever Elowen cried, Thalassa’s heart melted.
“Thank you, sweetie.” Thalassa took a bite of the fried chicken that Elowen handed her, speaking in a gentle tone.
Elowen’s eyes were bright and sparkling. Her joy was infectious. When she laughed, her chubby cheeks formed into adorable
dimples, creating an irresistible urge to pinch her plump cheeks.
Next, Elowen picked up another piece of fried chicken from the plate. Thalassa assumed the fried chicken was for her, but
instead, Elowen stretched out her tiny hand towards Lysander, “Daddy, you try, too. It’s delicious. I promise.”
Lysander lifted his gaze, staring at Elowen. He remained silent, not opening his mouth.
Thalassa blinked in surprise. Was Elowen suddenly feeding Lysander? That was entirely unexpected. Not to mention, she had
no idea if Lysander even liked fried chicken. His demeanor suggested he didn’t fancy being fed.
Thalassa felt a wave of anxiety. She exchanged a glance with Evelyn, who could feel the intense energy emanating from
Lysander. She was about to suggest that grandma, who loved fried chicken, have some instead. That would have eased the
awkward tension and spared Elowen the heartbreak if Lysander refused to eat.
But Lysander remained silent.
Before Evelyn could speak, Lysander opened his mouth, accepting Elowen’s offering. His deep voice echoed, “Thanks...”
A surprised Thalassa watched as. Lysander not only accepted the fried chicken but even thanked Elowen.
Could it be that no one could resist the charm of a sweet child?
“No problem, Daddy. You can do it!” Elowen’s smile bloomed. Her voice was adorable, which made her even more cheerful.
Thalassa’s heart finally relaxed from the initial tension to relief and now eventually, happiness.
She had been worried that Lysander would have treated their children poorly if he found out about their secret birth. But it
seemed that no matter how much Lysander disliked kids, he was always good to his own kids.
Later in the evening, Thalassa, Evelyn, and the house staff helped bathe the four children.
After their baths, the young ones were all tucked into Atticus’ bed. Each one of them, like little bundles of joy, their bodies plump
and steaming from the bath, sat on the bed looking absolutely adorable.
Thalassa and Evelyn routinely dried their hair and wiped their bodies, then dressed each one.
“Mama, I want to sleep with you tonight.” Elowen, dressed in her pajamas, looked at Thalassa with her big, hopeful eyes full of
longing.
“Me too!” Dorian raised his hand.
“I want to as well.” Atticus, who usually wasn’t one for sentiment, chimed in.
‘And me.” Sophia pouted.
Thalassa had promised them in the morning that she was going to sleep with them that night...
Thalassa nodded, “All right, you guys play with grandma for a bit. Mama is going to take a shower, and then I’ll come to sleep
with you.” “Okay.” The children nodded.
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Thalassa left the room, initially planning to shower in the downstairs bathroom. But she realized soon after that she didn’t bring
any clothes. Although there were clothes for her to wear here, they were all in the master bedroom on the second floor.
She had seen Lysander go into his study earlier. He should have still been there and not in the bedroom.
She just needed to grab some clothes. It would have been quick. She wouldn’t have lingered. There was no way she would have
run into Lysander. With that in mind, Thalassa went upstairs, stood at the door of the master bedroom, and cautiously knocked.
There was no response.
She assumed there was nobody in there. Gathering her courage, she pushed the door open, walked straight to the wardrobe,
and chose a conservative
outfit.