He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.
He would not divorce Iris Harris.
Brandan Hyde thought.
Deep down, he knew that this nominal marriage was the only bridge connecting him and her.
Once divorced, the two of them...
Would have nothing to do with each other for the rest of their lives.
The ash from his cigarette fell down softly, and Brandan shivered as if burned. He stood up and glimpsed his reflection in the mirror opposite him.
Is this how his face looked?
He looked at himself in the mirror with some confusion.
The face looked very pale, with a hint of neurotic fear in the dark eyes. Brandan raised his hand, rubbed his face hard, and then took a deep breath.
Before his heart could understand, his body had already first learned about the emotions and began to panic uncontrollably.
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When Brandan pushed the door open, Iris Harris was sitting at the dressing table writing something.
