Even if she hated him, she never thought of hurting him.
She never wanted to hurt anyone.
Iris Harris felt a heaviness in her chest as she wiped Brandan Hyde's body. The water in the basin was tinged with a faint pink.
The wounds on his body were still oozing blood.
He looked both pitiable and haggard.
The entire night, Brandan ran a fever repeatedly, but by dawn, the high fever finally subsided.
Iris Harris, after bustling the whole night, curled up on the couch and slowly fell asleep.
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When she woke up, she was already on the bed.
She felt a warm body and opened her eyes, finding Brandan Hyde's bandaged chest.
Startled, she tried to sit up, only to feel an arm wrapped around her waist, her whole body nestled in Brandan's embrace, with the sound of his heartbeat echoing in her ears.
"Awake?"
The man spoke above her head.
