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Lyra frowned, “Really? You didn't notice that I was disgusting the other night.”

A smirk crept on Harrison's face. He huffed, “You don't have to bring this up. I paid for your miserable service, didn't I?”

Lyra's grip on the spoon tightened as she pressed her lips. “Service?” she scoffed.

Lyra rose and watched him take steps away. “Since I'm the reason you can't eat here, would you eat in your room?” she questioned. She doesn't care about him, she only wants another opportunity to insult him.

Her words made Harrison's eyes move back and forth rapidly. It reminded him of his long-lost lover, she said those exact words that very day before she was murdered by a veiled man.

The wounded memories of about four years ago were still new. A tear fell to his cheek unchecked, but he promptly wiped it off before anyone noticed.

He ordered, “You don't have to act like my wife, Lyra. I lost my appetite because the food was bitter.”

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