But only this time, she didn't know why it made her feel so upset.
Perhaps it's because lately he's been so friendly to her, making her think he really changed, she felt amused by her unrealistic thoughts.
How could she forget, that person is such an arrogant and capricious man.
Iris Harris held her forehead, feeling a headache.
Last night, while riding back, he didn't argue with her about anything. Amid her uneasy state, he embraced her to sleep as usual.
Yet, it was only a short night.
Henry Ford was right, she was just a plaything beside him; everything she owned was given by Brandan Hyde. If he stopped giving, she would be empty-handed, gaining nothing.
Perhaps during this busy period, she had been too occupied, and now, suddenly being free, she found it quite unsettling.
She sat alone on the sofa, her mind filled with a mess of thoughts.
—Before now, she always thought she could endure it.
