"Seems like...no."
"Then am I not at a disadvantage?"
Brandan looked at her helplessly, "I have nothing to do with her anymore."
Iris let out a small "hmph" from her nose.
Brandan suddenly felt a headache.
He wasn't good at comforting women.
Moreover, he had never needed to comfort women.
Pleasing others was something he was born not needing to learn.
And now Iris was jealous, and he was at a loss on how to make amends.
She truly had a right to be jealous, after all, a former girlfriend had shown up at his office. If Iris didn't show any reaction, Brandan would be a bit worried if she really cared about him at all.
Iris kept her head down, playing with a lock of hair in her hand, "Brandan, I'm not happy."
Her tone was muffled, making Brandan's heart soften, and he reached out to embrace her, saying, "I'm sorry, Iris, it's my fault. I'll never be involved with anyone else again. I won't see her again either." Although this time, it was Viola who had come to see him.
