After Elaine left, James Mason came in.
He maintained that gentle and amiable look, with his eyebrows arching and a smile at the corner of his mouth, as gentle as always.
Iris Harris sat at the bedside, watching him open the door and come in. For some reason, her palms felt cold.
This man, beneath this smiling facade, what kind of ruthless and vicious nature is hidden?
Ten years had passed, he had become another person she couldn't understand.
"Elaine said you don't want to have dinner?"
James Mason walked in, casually shut the door, and the slight "click" made Iris Harris tremble slightly.
She pinched her fingers and said softly, "I don't have much appetite."
"Not eating isn't good." He walked over and sat in front of her, gazed intently at her, then raised his hand to touch her cheek, seeming somewhat affectionate, "Look at you, you've gotten thinner."
