362.Chapter 363: The Amnesiac In The Kitchen

As soon as that thought hit him, Alistair felt jealousy surge inside, leaving his mind dizzy.

He slowly let go of Lyra's hand.

His voice turned cold.

"Got it," he said.

Lyra didn't pick up on Alistair's mood.

After all, he'd been pretty indifferent toward her lately.

Not giving it a second thought, she ladled out a bowl of soup for Alistair.

"Have some bone broth—I got up early to make it.