Those were things even more excessive than physical abuse.
Brandan turned around, brought a chair over, and sat in front of Iris Harris.
Iris had originally thought he would be so angry he'd leave, but to her surprise, Brandan actually brought over a chair to sit in front of her, lifting his eyes and watching her unblinkingly.
Iris had intended to ignore him, but with a man staring at her like that, how could she?
She couldn't bear it any longer, closed the book of poems she was reading, and glared at him.
"Are you done yet?"
"What did I do this time?" Brandan looked at her somewhat confused.
Seeing his innocent look, Iris got even angrier, "Can you not be in front of me?"
"Then just don't look at me."
"Who said I was looking at you?!"
"..."
Watching Brandan's speechless expression, Iris was even more furious. She turned away, pulled the covers over her head, and planned to sleep.
