CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER 54: DOES HE REALLY LOVE HER? 2

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 time, 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 moment, she suddenly couldn’t answer.

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The night was deep and silent.

Iris Harris emerged from the study.

Rubbing her sore shoulders, she made her way towards her bedroom.

So tired.

She had been working overtime without rest lately. Though she could endure it mentally, her body could no longer take it.

Maybe it’s time 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 screamed, 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 handsome 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 come to see me lately?"

Brandan suddenly asked.

Iris found it somewhat 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 seemed 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 me 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 messing 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 me 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 messing... hmm!"

"Brandan, what are you doing?"

Frantically pressing his fingers, her voice trembled slightly, "Stop it! This is the Harris family!"