Iris Harris felt her heart settle back into her chest all at once, and she couldn't wait to open the door and rush downstairs.
Downstairs, William Moore was at the entrance tidying his clothes. His pale, jade-like face was speckled with tiny beads, and his hair was dotted with dense water droplets. Eddison respectfully took the black coat handed over to him. He looked at his master's calm and unaffected demeanor, yet his gaze held a hint of worry.
"Xavier!"
A woman's clear voice called from the staircase, and a slender figure hurriedly ran down from above. A faint tenderness appeared in William Moore's calm eyes as he walked over to meet her.
"Iris, why aren't you wearing shoes?"
William Moore saw Iris Harris standing barefoot on the ground, and a trace of distress appeared on his face.
He led Iris Harris to the sofa, and Iris tightly clenched his cold fingers, her face full of anxiety.
"Xavier, are you alright?"
