Iris Harris sat by the bedside, slightly raising her head to look at the young man who approached her.
He was very handsome, a different kind of handsome compared to James Mason.
With sharp features, his face radiated an obvious pride and arrogance.
Yet he was elegant and noble.
"What's your name?"
Iris Harris looked at him, slightly tilting her head as she asked.
Because of these words, the man seemed to slightly widen his eyes, a hint of astonishment in his gaze.
After a long while, he softly replied, "Brandan Hyde."
Iris Harris laughed, "Brandan."
Brandan felt his eyes grow slightly moist, an indescribable feeling slowly welling up from the depths of his heart. Perhaps, ten years ago, he was already under her spell.
Oh well, he thought, as long as she's willing, he is willing to be her "Brandan."
Brandan lifted his hand, asking softly, "Are you willing to leave with me?"
