Iris Harris felt a faint frustration because of his words.
She didn't want others to say that, perhaps because deep down, she didn't want to acknowledge Brandan's feelings for her, as if by not acknowledging them, she wouldn't owe him anything.
Such self-deceptive thoughts were laughable.
But she indeed... indeed was avoiding Brandan's love.
Sometimes, love doesn't solve anything; instead, it only adds burdens.
They were both past the age where they could casually talk about love; the love he offered was too heavy, and she really...
Couldn't bear it.
Iris Harris sat in silence, lost in thought, her expression obscure.
"I'll come to see you when he responds to me."
Confirming Iris Harris was unharmed, Vincent elegantly stood up from the sofa, "Until then, you should stay well in the hospital. But please don't try any tricks—none of my people here are easy to deal with. Otherwise, if you get hurt, Brandan will be heartbroken."
"..."
