Iris Harris still shook her head, her delicate brows tinged with a bit of conflict: "Xavier..."
William Moore's words were indeed tempting, freedom. She did long for the day she could break away from the shadows of the past and live freely.
But she also knew it was impossible.
As long as Brandan Hyde refused to let go, the word "freedom" was an unattainable existence for her.
"Iris, you rest here."
William's attitude was unexpectedly firm. Not only did he refuse her request, but he also made her sit back on the sofa, pulling his hem from her fingertips, "I'll be back shortly." He glanced at Eddison and quietly instructed, "Stay here and take care of Iris."
After saying this, he hurriedly left.
"..."
Iris instinctively stood up. Eddison stood by her side, softly persuading, "Miss Harris, the young master means well. Please appreciate his intentions."
