Chapter 405

Zephyr was evidently in a foul mood.

Charlotte held up the gift in her hand and said with a friendly smile, “Grandpa Zephyr, it’s me, Charlotte.

I brought you a gift, some finest Earl Grey tea.’

UponWhen Zephyr hearingd it was Charlotte, Zephyr’his stern expression softened into a welcoming smile. “Ah, Charlotte, you’re trying a new look today, I almost didn’t recognize you…”

He had almost thought it was Thalassa.

But he stopped before he could voice this thought, offering a considerate glance towards Lysander before accepting the gift from Charlotte. “Your style has changed so much,. I almost didn’t recognize you. Come, sit.”

Charlotte, still smiling, took a seat beside Lysander.

As soon as she sat down, Lysander stood and went to sit next to Grandma Sybil.

Charlotte’s smile faltered, her hand resting on the table clenched slightly.

On Grandma Sybil’s left was Leopold, and on her right was Lysander.

Zephyr was forced to take the seat next to Charlotte, h. His usual spot was taken by the younger generation.

Before they began their meal, Zephyr declared the highlight of the family feast. “In the Sinclair family, it has always been the tradition to honor our parents’ wishes and marry within the family. Your grandmother and I did just that, and we’ve had a wonderful life together. You two will be no different.”

“But Grandpa…” Leopold tried to protest.

Zephyr cut him off. “Charlotte is here today, and her grandfather and I made a promise years ago to arrange a marriage between her and Lysander. It’s about time we fulfilled that promise.”

This statement, while directed at Leopold, was clearly meant for Lysander.

Leopold was overjoyed by this news and shot a quick glance at Lysander.

Lysander’s hand tightened around his fork.

Zephyr continued, “Lysander, why don’t you serve Charlotte some food? It’s important for a man to take care of a woman.”

Lysander immediately put his fork down. “I’m full. You allJust continue without me.”

With that, he stood up and hurriedly left the room.

“That boy…” Grandma Sybil sighed softly.

Zephyr’s expression darkened, but there was nothing he could say. Lysander had always been independent and n. Now that he was coming into his own, there was little the family could do to control him.

Thalassa was at home, half asleep, when her phone rang.

She picked up the phone and mumbled a sleepy, “Hello?”

“Open the door!” came a commanding male voice from the other side of the line.

It was a voice that brooked no argument.

“Okay,” Thalassa replied almost automatically, before her sleep-fogged mind identified the voice.

She bolted upright, adrenaline flooding her system.

Oh my God, it was Lysander!

He was asking her to open the door.

He was outside her house?!

This couldn’t be happening!

What was she supposed to do?