Iris Harris's face was pressed against Brandan Hyde's chest, "thump," "thump," she heard his heartbeat racing, and it made her heart slightly contract, a kind of indescribable excitement and shyness.
The two of them hugged for quite a while before Brandan let her go, jumped off the bed, and said to her, "Come on, let's go downstairs to find something to eat."
Iris raised her head, looked at his radiant face, nodded slightly, and took his hand as she got off the bed.
After changing out of her wedding dress in the wardrobe and washing off her makeup in the bathroom, Iris finally left the room with Brandan.
"How... did you get in?"
Walking down the corridor with Brandan, Iris couldn't help but ask this question.
"Hmm?"
"Going on like this, are we sure it's okay?"
Brandan chuckled, "You just thought of this question now? Don't you think it's a bit late?"
Iris pursed her lips, "Seeing you made me too happy..." For a moment, she forgot about everything with Henry Ford.
