His vision turned black with rage as he forcefully gripped Iris Harris's wrist, nearly losing control of his strength.
She reeked of strong alcohol; she had been drinking, with another man. He had waited from the time he got off work until the middle of the night, thinking she was going to spend the night at William Moore's place…
He simply didn't know how these few hours had passed.
Jealousy.
Yes.
It was jealousy.
Jealousy of that man receiving Iris Harris's smile, jealousy of him earning Iris Harris's trust. Their relationship got so close, it was unbearable for him.
A long moment.
Brandan Hyde's expression slowly softened. He stared at Iris Harris for a moment before suddenly letting out a laugh.
"It's not my place to interfere?" he said slowly, "Fine, Iris Harris, I'll let you know right now whether it's my place to manage you or not!"
After saying this, he sharply tightened his grip on her wrist and strode upstairs.
