Harry walked towards Lyra, his smile never leaving his face. With each passing time, Lyra seems to become more pretty, and more vibrant. Her beauty enchants him, rendering him completely speechless, and breathless. Harry's obsession for Lyra runs deep, and if destroying Brian would get her, he would do it a thousand times. Lyra's face twisted in disgust as she turned around to leave, canceling the idea of shopping. When Harry grabbed her hand, a frown etched on his face, “Lyra, you're leaving without saying hello?” His voice was cold and frightening, sending shivers down Lyra's spine. Lyra pulled her hands from his grasp, angered by Harry's actions. “What do you think you're doing?” she snapped. Harry grinned, “Lyra, now you're talking to me this way? I see. It's probably because of Brian's new status. But come to think of it, what if he becomes a pauper again, would you run back to me,then?” he asked, his eyes whirling with a thousand emotions. Lyra was bewildered by Harry's statem
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