285.Chapter 286 Car Racing

The kitchen was filled with the scent of chicken soup.

Alistair walked in, eyebrows furrowed, and snatched the spoon right out of Lyra's hand.

"Didn't I say you weren't allowed in the kitchen?" Alistair's voice was cold, his expression stormy with anger.

Lyra tried to defend herself, "It's just now and then. It's no big deal, right?"

She thought Alistair was making a mountain out of a molehill. Sh