Chapter 172
The dining room was a standalone part of the Sinclair family’s mansion.
This full–on gla** dining room allowed you to soak in the view outside. You could pop the windows open, and a gentle breeze would waft in, carrying the scent of blooming flowers.
Having a meal in such an environment was a triple treat for your senses. Sight, smell, and sound.
Man! Rich people really lived the high life.
Thala**a was taken aback.
The restaurant table was laden with deluxe king crab, big lobsters, sashimi, and all sorts of seafood that were air freighted from abroad. The aroma was irresistible, making for a perfect cornbination of color, aroma, and taste.
Thala**a hadn’t even started eating yet, and her mouth was already watering.
She was a fan of seafood, but in Starhaven, seafood cost an arm and a leg compared to regular food. She had to make ends meet for her four kids; she couldn’t afford to splurge on seafood. It had been five years since she last savored the taste of seafood.
At this moment, the table was chock full with seafood. The delicious taste hit her heartstrings, her saliva started to secrete uncontrollably, and her stomach betrayed her by growling.
Thala**a embarra**ingly covered her stomach.
Sybil chuckled warmly after hearing her stomach growl, “Go ahead, dig in. Don’t be shy, all of this was specially prepared for you.”
Thala**a gave an awkward smile and responded to Sybil, “Thank you, but, Sybil, how did you know that I have a thing for seafood?”
She was sure it wasn’t Lysander who spilled the beans to Sybil, as he didn’t have a clue either.
A few days ago, neither she nor Lysander knew they were the ones from that night five years ago. Their relationship was strictly business. Boss and employee.
And also, he was a high and mighty CEO, and she was just an inconspicuous janitor. Why would a high–profile CEO care about a janitor’s personal preferences?
Sybil, with a loving smile on her face, glanced at Lysander, who was sitting next to her, and said, “I took a wild guess, and I nailed it. Actually, I also have a soft spot for seafood, and Lysander is quite a seafood enthusiast as well. This shows you and Lysander have a lot in common; you both share the same interests. You two are a match made in heaven.”
Thala**a, a bit embarra**ed, lowered her head and chuckled, “What a coincidence. It’s probably just a coincidence.”
It really was a coincidence. She didn’t even know that Lysander had a taste for seafood.
Zephyr, who was sitting next to Sybil, kept silent, his face somber. He peeled a lobster and silently put the meat in Sybil’s bowl. “Eat it while it’s hot, it won’t taste as good when it’s cold.”
Meanwhile, Lysander also peeled a lobster and put the meat into Thala**a’s bowl.
Thala**a, who was feeling out of place, suddenly found a piece of peeled lobster meat in her bowl.
It was peeled by Lysander.
She looked at him in surprise.
Lysander, with an unfazed expression, said in a low voice, “Eat it while it’s hot.”
He actually peeled a lobster for her.
Thala**a felt a warm feeling of being cherished flowing through her heart.
Nobody had ever peeled a shrimp for her since she was a child.
Her mother, Evelyn, was carefree, and although she loved Thala**a dearly, she never paid attention to the small details in life. It was enough for her, as long as Thala**a wasn’t starving or freezing.
As for warmth and quality of life, it was out of the question.
When Thala**a was a kid, she would bite directly into the shrimp shell. When she grew up, she peeled it herself. Even Evelyn never peeled a shrimp for her.
Suddenly, someone peeled a shrimp for her. She felt all sorts of emotions in that moment. She felt bittersweet, touched, warm, and pleasantly surprised.
Thala**a’s nose tingled a bit. She hastily put the lobster meat in her mouth and gave a thumbs–up, “This is so damn good!”