Lyra’s POV
I helped him as much as I could. It was sheer torture since he avoided having any contact with me! I had no idea what happened suddenly, but he forcefully kept me at a distance. When I walked into the pantry, I saw him sorting through the stuff we bought. I picked up the stuff too and helped him with the job.
“What the f*ck do you think you’re doing?” He scowled at me as if I had committed a crime. “Helping you.” I blinked at him in confusion.
“Then do it by yourself. I’ll sort the refrigerator!” He stormed out of the kitchen while I gaped at him. What made him react so strongly to me? Why did he hate me suddenly? I had no answers to those questions and sifted through the pantry supplies while he sorted the refrigerator!
When I reached the refrigerator, he wheeled his sui
