Chapter 173
Thala**a tried to plaster on a smile, hiding the storm of feelings brewing deep within her.
She also responded to Lysander’s kindness by picking up a shrimp, skillfully peeling it, and placing it in Lysander’s bowl.
“Mr. Sinclair. No Lysander, you have some too”
Lysander didn’t respond and just ate the shrimp she peeled for him.
Across the table, Sybil watched their interaction as her smile grew with every pa**ing moment, enjoying the sight.
“Ah, the Sinclair men, ever the gentlemen, only peel shrimp for their beloved ladies,”
With that, she glanced adoringly at Zephyr beside her.
They had been married for over forty years, and Zephyr had been peeling shrimp for her all this time.
After seeing Lysander peel a shrimp for Thala**a, Sybil knew that he had found his one.
Zephyr, indulging her with his gaze, continued peeling shrimps for her.
And Thala**a, watching Sybil and Zephyr exchange looks of love and happiness, was deeply moved.
Making it till old age together was hard enough, let alone keeping the spark alive. But Zephyr and Sybil were exactly that. A couple that everyone envied.
Sybil said that Sinclair men only peel shrimp for their beloved. And Lysander had just peeled a shrimp for her.
Could it be…?
Thala**a was slow on the uptake, but she quickly glanced at Lysander.
Seeing his stern and handsome face made her heart pound like boiling water over a blazing fire.
She quickly looked away and bowed her head, busying herself with cutting a king crab, hoping to hide her flushed face.
Lysander noticed her struggling. She was cutting and cutting but getting nowhere.
“Let me do it.” He said.
He picked up the knife and fork, efficiently sliced a piece of crab meat, and placed it in her bowl.
Thala**a felt awkward. She was so nervous that she couldn’t even hold the knife and fork properly. She must have looked ridiculous.
She blushed even more, burying her face almost into the table, and mumbled, “Thank you.”
Lysander poured her a gla** of juice and said softly, “Eat slowly.”
Thala**a didn’t say anything and just nibbled on her crab meat.
This was her first time meeting the elder Sinclairs with Lysander; their only connection was a night five years ago.
She thought it was just a regular meeting, but now the topic had shifted to feelings.
Between her and Lysander, there was only duty, not love.
Suddenly, Sybil’s words about Sinclair men peeling shrimp only for their beloved played endlessly in her head.
Lysander had peeled one for her. So, in other words, she was Lysander’s beloved.
She didn’t know how to face that.
Every time she saw Lysander, her heart beat faster. She became anxious and couldn’t look him in the eye.
Sybil seemed pleased, her smile deep and warm, “When are you two planning to get married? Have a baby soon while Zephyr and I are still healthy enough to help.”
Have a baby soon?
Thala**a was taken aback, and her face turned even redder.
She instinctively looked down at her belly.
She wanted to tell them that she and Lysander alrea