Chapter 314: A Family of Sisters
Lyria's POV
Earl Hawthorne paused before rubbing the back of his neck rather sheepishly.
"I do hope, however," he added with a nervous chuckle, "that you are not imagining my face."
A laugh escaped me as I lowered my fist.
"Y-you have been n-nothing but k-kind to me," I replied. "Why w-would I ever w-wish to h-hit you?"
He visibly relaxed.
"One can never be too careful," he said. "I have been the object of such thoughts on rather more occasions than I care to remember."
I frowned.
"W-who would w-wish to h-hit you?"
He sighed, though there was unmistakable fondness in his expression.
"My sisters," he admitted. "Merely because I happen to exist."
My eyes widened.
"Your s-sisters?" I repeated. "D-do they d-dislike you s-so greatly?"
"Oh, no," he replied with an amused smile. "It is not dislike. At least... I sincerely hope it is not."
He folded his arms thoughtfully.
