Lyra's eyelashes trembled, and her chest tightened.
She stared straight into Alaric's eyes with a fiery gaze. Her clear and beautiful eyes burned with such fury that Alaric felt compelled to look away. He was stunned to witness such a powerful, intense look coming from her.
After a moment, Lyra laughed, her expression distant and cold, as if he were a stranger.
"Oh, so you're here to vent your anger on behalf of your beloved fiancée, huh? I bet you've been holding it in for a while now. Are you going to explode if you don't confront me today?"
Lyra thought bitterly, Alaric, you really are something, aren't you? Three years of marriage, and I never asked anything of you. Even if you didn't appreciate all the good I did, you shouldn't keep using such cruel words to belittle me!
