274.Chapter 275: Honestly, I'm Not Even Drunk

Alistair's gaze grew heavy, and for a moment, a flash of panic darted across his eyes.

He tossed his phone aside, turned on his heel and pulled Lyra's hand, looking her over anxiously from head to toe.

"Are you hurt?" Alistair asked, voice tight with concern.

Lyra was momentarily stunned by his sudden intensity. Noticing the genuine panic in his eyes, she placed her hand gently over his, replying,