Iris Harris didn't expect that he would say such a thing. Her long eyelashes fluttered gently, and then she explained in a low and slow voice, "This is the only breakfast place nearby... I was afraid you'd wake up early, so I didn't go far to get something for you." She pressed her lips together and said softly, "If you don't like it, we can call the waiter and have something from the hotel?"
Not knowing what she might have said wrong, Brandan Hyde's expression grew increasingly unpleasant as he silently ate the breakfast she had bought.
Iris watched him eat.
The man was well-mannered, holding chopsticks as if they were a knife and fork, graceful and pleasing to the eye, without making the slightest sound.
Iris couldn't help but be mesmerized by his flushed lips.
Brandan looked up and saw Iris staring at him, lost in thought.
Her eyes were clear and transparent; when he looked over, he could see his face deeply reflected in her eyes.
