Lyra

Isla bit her lower lip hard, I thought she was going to draw blood.

She pressed her palm to the edges of the table as she bit harder on her lip. Rylan, who sat beside her, said nothing.

He was chewing the dinner roll he had put in his mouth minutes ago. And he watched like this was a show.

I was a bit surprised at his unfazed reaction especially since his mistress wasn't getting things her way.

He would normally step in and say something about it but he just sat calmly.

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