Before Lyra speaks.

With a sullen face, Harper burst into Smith's arms.

"Smith, you're back just in time!"

"Yesterday you had sex with me and Lyra was so angry that she had to show the sheets to the people in the yard outside!"

"I begged her not to, but she wouldn't listen and forced me to kneel down and apologize to her!"

Smith put down the breakfast in his hand and held Harper affectionately.

With a furrowed brow, he gave a sharp glance at Lyra, who was covered in dirt.

"Are you disgusting or not?

"Did you deliberately make yourself like this to get out and embarrass yourself?"

"You only know jealousy and shame, but I still want face! Hurry up and wash it off? '

There was no hint of guilt in the tone.

It seemed he had no recollection at all of the promise he made yesterday that he would never betray.

Seeing Lyra frozen on the spot, she held back her emotions.

Smith leaned close to her ear and said in a deep voice, "Stop being so sentimental!"

"Just putting on a show, hold on for another fourteen days, Harper is gone, and you're still the colonel's wife."

"But if you don't listen and insist on going against Harper, no matter how hard you cry, my family won't recognize you as a lady!"

Fourteen days?

It's too far. She wishes she could leave this disgusting place right now.

But now it seems that nothing can go wrong.

With a sullen face, Lyra picked up the sheet without saying a word and walked towards the cold well.

The breakfast on the table was still steaming.

See Smith turn back into the house.

Harper turned her eyes, picked up the chicken pie and walked towards Lyra who was doing the laundry on the bench.

"Are you hungry?

'How about this pie for you? You're an ignorant country man who hasn't had many good meals! '

Today's pies are especially delicious.

Strangely so fragrant that it makes one feel a bit bitter.

For the past three years, Lyra has always said she doesn't like pies, either to Smith or to Mrs Smith.

Even on birthdays, it's rare to have a meal.

Since Harper came back from a failed relationship, she would come here every now and then to borrow money, claiming that she loved pies.

Even if she refused to lend, Smith would always snatch the little Franklin left and generously give it to Harper, showing no concern that his wife would eat the hard bread and cut her throat.

Remembering the sad thing, Lyra was about to refuse.

With a dull thud, the pie fell to the ground, mixed with dust and rubble.

Then came Harper's deliberate scream.

"Lyra, I kindly gave you a pie. What are you doing?"

"Even if you hate me, this chicken pie costs two dollars. How could you spoil it?"

"It's fallen, how can you be so domineering and force me to eat it?"

Smith quickly turned back.

He fixed his gaze on the dirty pie, and his warm, strong hand grabbed Harper's sleeve and held her behind him.

"Whoever spoils it, eat it!"

'What? Still not moving, are you waiting for me to feed you? '

Look at the indiscerning man before me.

My heart was pricked again.

Lyra raised her head and responded, "What if I don't eat?"

The next second, the dirty pie was fiercely smeared into her mouth.