Relying on the man's arm to barely stand, Iris Harris was both angry and annoyed. Brandan held her, placed her on the bed, tidied her hair, and said, "I'm going out. What do you want for dinner?"
"Get out."
"..."
Iris grabbed a pillow and threw it at the man: "Get out! I don't want to see you!"
Brandan lifted his chin slightly, the lines of his face were a bit tense, showing a hint of restrained emotion.
He took a gentle breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and then turned to slowly leave.
He's never been cursed to his face like this in his life.
Brandan closed the door, and heard Iris's repressed, breakdown-like sobs from the bedroom. The anger in his heart instantly dissipated, leaving only a sting-like pain and helplessness.
In this life, he truly is going to fall at the hands of this woman.
No matter how proud the heart, in the face of love, must bow down.
Even knowing she merely mistook him for someone else, he couldn't let go.
