Iris Harris looked up at the ceiling, her expression indifferent.
"Forgive me..." His voice lowered, tinged with sadness, "Will you really... never forgive me?"
Perhaps the Brandan Hyde of the daytime would never say such things.
Someone with pride as high as his.
Even his apologies were lofty.
Iris Harris said nothing, until Brandan Hyde's breathing slowly calmed. Then she reached out and pushed him away.
She walked out, standing quietly by the bed, looking at the man lying on it.
If it were before, perhaps she would have truly forgiven him by now.
Her love for him had always been unconditional.
However, it was already too late.
Iris Harris thought it was really too late.
If he could have just come a little earlier...
Just that little bit, she would have forgiven him.
But he didn't come.
He didn't come to save her like ten years ago...
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In the morning, Brandan Hyde slowly awoke from his hangover.
His head was splitting with pain.
