Chapter 277 Perhaps This Was Better
The moment he pushed open the door, Hank’s dark eyes stared straight at the figure standing by the window sill. The breakfast on the table was almost untouched.
He was about to speak when Lyra turned around. When their eyes met, Lyra was instantly absent-minded.
“Hank!”
Her face was full of surprise and nervousness. “Why didn’t you tell me in advance when you came back? After we met last time, I thought you were angry with me.”
This was something that Hank had not seen in a long time.
How long had it been?
Probably when they had just gotten married, the man’s tense face was covered with a layer of bewilderment at this moment.
Perhaps feeling his emotions, Lyra grasped the hem of her skirt and took half a step back, “… am still eating breakfast, but I don’t seem to have much appetite today. Have you eaten?”
Lyra said, moving to the table. She was so calm and well-behaved, every frown and movement like a little girl who had not seen worldly affairs. In the depths of Hank’s memory, she had always been like this in that lonely marriage. It was as if every second she was looking forward to him. Unfortunately, he failed to live up to this trust Hank frowned even more. He stared at Lyra’s face and did not move for a long time. Lyra lowered her head and ate a few mouthfuls. She found that he was still standing there. She nervously wiped the corners of her mouth. “Um, did something happen? Why did you suddenly come back?” She swallowed the porridge in her mouth and smiled. “If there is anything I can help with, just tell me. Although I can’t help you much.” Her tone was full of expectation and carefulness. Hank suppressed the emotions in his eyes and said, “I came back in a hurry. Have you forgotten what day it is today?” “It is February 15th. Next week will be the anniversary celebration of my father’s company.” Lyra smiled.
The coldness between Hank’s brows was thick.
The day she was talking about was when they had just been married for more than a month.
The Jones Group was still there, and Drake was still alive. The man’s hand slowly tightened. He did not know how to describe the overflowing emotions in his heart. He felt sorry for her body, but there was a trace of happiness in the depths of his heart. Did the heavens give him another chance? “Hank, what’s wrong with you? Since we got married, you have always been very busy and I couldn’t find a topic to talk to you about. Are you angry with me?” “No.” His hoarse voice slowly spat out these two words. He stepped forward and directly took her bowl and spoon.
Just like that, he ate it mouthful by mouthful.
“That’s mine.” Lyra was stunned.
Her voice was very soft, but when she saw that Hank ate very quickly, she thought that he might be hungry and quickly opened the door. “Is there anyone downstairs? Bring up another share of bread.” She turned around and found that the decoration here seemed very unfamiliar.
She looked around, but there was still no sense of familiarity. It was as if she had not been here a few times.
“What are you looking at?” The man who was originally at the dining table walked over to her.
“I just feel like I don’t belong here.” As soon as Lyra closed her eyes, many strange scenes flashed past her mind. She knocked her head a few times, but she still felt that she was not awake. However, the next second, her shoulder was hooked into her arms. “It snowed last night, and the weather was suddenly cold. You might have caught a cold, so don’t think too much.”
His tone was so gentle and considerate, and for a moment, Lyra was even more dazed.
“Am I dreaming?” She murmured. She heard the strong heartbeat of a man. His arms and chest were so
warm.
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