However, after the relief, what remains...
Brandan himself wasn't sure.
After receiving a bottle of glucose, Iris Harris looked much more energetic, her complexion appeared rosy.
When the nurse came to remove the needle, it was already three in the afternoon. Iris knew that if Brandan went to the company now, it would be too late. She apologized, "Brandan, it's because of me that you couldn't work. How about, in the future, you let me handle some of the work, and I can take a look for you?"
Brandan smiled gently, raised his hand to ruffle Iris's hair, then stood up from the bench, "Let's go."
Iris held onto his arm and followed him into his Cayenne.
As Brandan drove, he said to Iris, "Don't come to the company with me anymore."
"Why?" Iris was a bit unhappy upon hearing this.
Was he rejecting her?
Although she wasn't as useful as him, she was still able to help!
