227.Chapter 227

"Here, Lyra, let me handle that." Hunter placed the peeled crab meat on a plate and slid it over to Lyra.

"Thanks," Lyra said, relieved. She hated shelling crabs. She shot him a grateful glance and took the plate.

"Watch it, Lyra. I'll have the chef make more when you're feeling better," Hunter warned, only giving her a small amount. He remembered the doctor's advice about her sensitivity to sea f