CHAPTER 45: CHAPTER 46: SHALL WE CHAT?

Iris Harris saw Brandan Hyde silent, his handsome face still shadowed with hostility. She couldn’t understand what William Moore had done to provoke him into such a rage.

She felt a bit weary, an overwhelming fatigue sweeping over her, making her feel like she was about to drown.

She was nearing her breaking point...

Unable to endure Brandan Hyde’s cruelty towards her any longer.

Perhaps, once they got married, things would improve.

Iris Harris gently bit her lip, thinking to herself.

As long as they married, she could settle down, having that layer of assurance, allowing her to wait peaceably for Brandan Hyde to remember the past, rather than feeling this current helplessness and exhaustion.

So, no matter what Brandan Hyde was like, no matter how he rejected her, she was determined to marry him.

She needed assurance, a firm and reliable assurance, to enable her to wait for the long haul.

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The meeting ended in discord.

Brandan Hyde left Iris Harris’s hospital room, feeling slightly aggrieved.

He must have been out of his mind to suddenly decide to come see Iris Harris! What did it matter to him if she starved!

Thinking of how he had taken the trouble to choose her favorite porridge at the hotel, guessing her preferred flavors, Brandan Hyde felt a wave of gloom.

If he had known, he would have gone to see Viola Harris instead!

And he wouldn’t have to see Iris Harris’s face!

Yet, even with Viola Harris at this hospital, Brandan Hyde’s steps did not stop, heading directly towards the exit.

It started to rain.

Outside the window, light rain pattered down, as Brandan Hyde lit a cigarette, his sharp brows slightly furrowing.

For some unknown reason, he suddenly felt a sense of irritation towards rainy days.

If it hadn’t rained yesterday, Iris Harris wouldn’t have...

Damn it, why was he thinking about her again?

Brandan Hyde forcefully furrowed his brows, trying to empty his mind and stop thinking about that woman, Iris Harris.

Even though he didn’t want to admit it, he had to acknowledge that thoughts of that woman were becoming increasingly frequent recently.

Who knows where things went wrong.

At the corner of the corridor, a tall figure stood silently by the window, with an elegant face that could leave anyone breathless.

Brandan Hyde’s footsteps halted, his brow furrowing even more tightly.

Why was this guy still standing here?

Was he waiting for him to come out before going to see Iris Harris?

Thinking of this, Brandan Hyde found himself unable to move his feet.

William Moore, seeing him, slowly turned his head to look at Brandan Hyde, his tone calm and indifferent: "Young Hyde, do you have time for a chat?"

Brandan Hyde looked at him silently, the thin smoke swirling before his eyes. After a moment, he suddenly smiled, a trace of sarcasm and arrogance in his voice: "About what?"

William Moore looked at him.

Brandan Hyde was indeed an exceptionally outstanding man.

Whether it was his exquisite, noble face or his exceptional aura, the kind of air bred from countless adoration and a privileged upbringing, it was unlike that of ordinary people.

He inherited the Hyde Clan at eighteen and effortlessly propelled it to another pinnacle. At just twenty-three, he was dubbed a "once-in-a-millennium business genius" by finance magazines.

He had every reason to be proud, and indeed he was.

However, these were not reasons to trample over Iris Harris.

William Moore’s eyes darkened, and he spoke softly: "Let’s talk about Iris."

Brandan Hyde lightly pressed his thin lips together, raising his eyes to look at William Moore, not realizing that upon hearing Iris Harris’s name, a faint hostility flashed in his eyes.

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