He was indeed good to her, extraordinarily good, yet she never got close to his heart.
He never shared his innermost thoughts with her, nor did he seek her company on his own initiative.
His kindness felt like it was shrouded in a thin veil, and she could never see his true feelings.
Thinking of this, Viola Harris felt waves of panic in her heart.
She always knew that Brandan Hyde felt more guilt towards her than affection.
But she thought that as long as she stayed by Brandan Hyde’s side for a long ti, he would eventually fall in love with her.
But, does he really love her?
Viola’s heart skipped a beat as a chill spread from the depths of her heart. She bit her lip slightly, furrowing her brows tightly.
Though she had always been confident, at this mont, she suddenly couldn’t answer.
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The night was deep and silent.
Iris Harris erged from the study.
Rubbing her sore shoulders, she made her way towards her bedroom.
So tired.
She had been working overti without rest lately. Though she could endure it ntally, her body could no longer take it.
Maybe it’s ti to give herself a break.
As Iris thought about this, she slowly walked towards her bedroom.
Having not returned for a month, the room was filled with the scent of air freshener. As Iris fumbled to turn on the light, she unexpectedly touched a warm body. Startled, she nearly scread, when a hand suddenly covered her mouth, pressing tightly against her lips, and a low male voice sounded beside her ear, "Don’t scream!"
Iris’s eyes widened slightly. Her retinas had adjusted to the darkness of the room, revealing the handso contours of a man. His tall body was pressed against her, pinning her against the wall. What was this guy doing in her room?!
Brandan Hyde casually closed the door, isolating the inside from the outside. It was already past eleven. What was this woman doing working in the study so late?
"Why haven’t you co to see lately?"
Brandan suddenly asked.
Iris found it sowhat amusing.
Why should she go see him?
To be mistreated?
She wasn’t a masochist.
"I’ve been busy with work lately," Iris replied.
However, the man seed dissatisfied with this answer, still pressing her tightly, frowning intensely as he looked at her.
Iris was quite uncomfortable being pressed by him and couldn’t help but give him a push, "Let go!"
Brandan looked at her, a bit unhappy, "Iris Harris, you weren’t like this before!"
What was she like before?
Iris found it a bit funny.
She had no idea what he was talking about.
She was very tired and wanted to sleep, but this man was still making a fuss with her.
Iris looked at him helplessly, "Brandan, can you stop ssing around? I’m tired, I want to go to sleep."
She didn’t have much energy to deal with him now.
Hearing her words, Brandan’s frown deepened. He leaned closer to her face and asked coldly, "Iris Harris, are you trying to drive away?"
Iris was a bit speechless. In the middle of the night, he barged into her room and pressed her against the wall, and she couldn’t drive him out?
"Brandan, stop ssing... hmm!"
"Brandan, what are you doing?"
Frantically pressing his fingers, her voice trembled slightly, "Stop it! This is the Harris family!"
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