Aaron kept the package Clara had given him by the side of the kitchen. He steered his wheelchair towards Lyra’s direction and flashed a warm smile at Lyra.
“So tell me about your parents,” Aaron asked, his gaze facing her.
Lyra was numb for a while, she fluttered her eyes at Aaron and leaned on the couch. She wasn't expecting that from Aaron. If Lyra was going to stay off his personal life then why can't Aaron do the same?
When Lyra finally spoke, she stuttered, “I-I.”
Aaron tried to read her expression, he felt a bit guilty for asking her such a sensitive question.
“I'm sorry if that triggers you,” Aaron said, feeling guilty.
Lyra’s expression changed from that of jealousy to sadness. She didn't like being reminded about her parents. Ever since her father died, things become so ba
