"Harper, don't be angry!"

Smith hurriedly coaxed her.

"She just likes to stick to me and won't leave no matter how I try to persuade her!"

"But my mom is too old and knows that my body might not be able to handle my divorce from Lyra. How about leaving her at home to serve you?"

He gently rolled up her hair by the side of her ear.

"All right."

"Smith, you're just filial."

"But Auntie doesn't seem to like me very much. I don't even know how to tell her about us being together."

Harper lowered her head in grievance.

In a few seconds, her eyes had turned red and she looked even more pitiful.

"Don't worry about this."

Smith pulled her around with concern.

"My mom is an old-school, honest woman who likes to live a down-to-earth life, so she brought me a nanny back."

"You are a noble young lady, how could this brat compare with you?"

My heart tightened again.

Lyra froze on the spot, staring blankly at him.

Three years ago, when Smith brought her back to the military base, he would always protect her with great care.

As soon as he heard the words "countryman" or "bumpkin", his fists would clench loudly and his eyes would be so sharp as to devour someone.

"My Smith's woman is not worthy of your advice."

A true heart lasts no more than three years.

Hear Smith's defense.

Harper couldn't help but chuckle.

With her arms crossed over her chest, she said haughtily, "Since you insist on staying here, serve me obediently!"

"The bed you've slept in has a poor and sour smell. Go and get the white sheet from the living room and lay it out. I'm going to sleep with Smith today!"

The meaning of the white sheet couldn't be more obvious.

It was to verify her virginity, to show that she was going to spend her first night with Smith tonight.

The shame accumulated in her heart was about to explode.

Lyra is not of noble birth, but she is not completely self-respecting.

She didn't want to pay any more attention and walked straight out of the living room, ready to go back to her parents' house for the night.

A rapid sound of footsteps followed behind her.

Smith grabbed her hand hard and reproached, "Harper is spoiled and a bit spoiled. Can't you just let her go?"

"If you go back to your parents' house and my mom finds out, she will surely come to stop us from getting a divorce, and it will be difficult!"

"Don't worry. We agreed to put on a show and divorce. I will never touch her!"

What you said makes some sense.

If Mrs Smith knew about this, she would surely cause trouble and be unable to be sent out.

Lyra thought for a moment and had to turn back.

She made up her mind, laid out the white sheet without saying a word, and went to the guest room.

Leaning against the door of the master bedroom, Harper, picking her nails, sneered with a smile, "Oh, you just pretended to be aloof, and you're back now?"

"So fond of being a babysitter, you can't stop it!"

Smith said nothing but brought her a basin of hot water to wash her feet.

"Harper, leave her alone!"

"She's a shameless stupor, no matter what you say, she won't listen!"

Lyra's corner of the eye swept to the master bedroom.

The nail suddenly plunged into the palm, oozing blood streaks.

For three years, Smith had never lowered his stance like this.

On her way to deliver food to him, a sudden downpour caused her to slip and fall, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't move her waist or legs.

Mrs Smith came to take care of him, frowning and asking Smith.

"Your wife is so concerned about you that you don't even help wash your feet?"

At that time, Smith looked serious and replied, "A man is upright and strong. How could a man wash a woman's feet?"

It turns out that it's not that I can't, but that I don't love enough.

Back in her room, Lyra lay down, exhausted.

There was a commotion coming from the master bedroom next door.