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 ...