Iris Harris was held by him, and whenever she tried to break free, Brandan's arm would tighten. It didn't seem like he was exerting that much force, but he wouldn't let her escape.
She remembered, this seemed to be the first time they shared a bed since she returned from the hospital.
In the past, Brandan always slept elsewhere.
What on earth is this guy up to today...
With him holding her like this, how could she possibly sleep?
Iris muttered silently to herself, feeling extremely frustrated, yet unable to break free, there was truly nothing she could do.
She slightly tilted her head and saw Brandan's face. He had his eyes closed, appearing to be in a peaceful sleep. His features were gentle and subdued, the sharpness in his eyes hidden, and at this moment, his handsome face looked especially gentle and amiable.
It always felt like he had been rather different lately.
Iris thought to herself, a trace of doubt appearing in her eyes.
What was really going on?
