A clear voice, carrying an indescribable tenderness, only made her tears flow more fiercely.
Iris Harris lay on his chest, clutching his suit, crying her heart out.
She was so afraid, so afraid of marrying Henry Ford. It turned out she wasn't as strong or indifferent as she thought. Just one word from Brandan could shatter all her pretenses.
She was so terrified, so uneasy, so frightened…
Wearing her wedding dress, her makeup meticulously done, yet crying like a child. Brandan Hyde looked at Iris Harris like this, a vague feeling stirred in his heart, finding her a bit cute, yet also feeling justice was served.
Serves you right, for running away, for leaving with another man. Now you're suffering, aren't you?
Thinking this, his embrace only grew gentler, silently hugging the trembling Iris Harris, letting her cry in his arms.
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