The night was excessively quiet.
In such ominous silence, Iris Harris felt a tinge of fear.
Brandan Hyde was acting abnormal.
Once this thought surfaced in her mind, her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.
She slightly turned her head to look at the man's face.
With his back to the light, the man's elegant, otherworldly face appeared inexplicably gloomy at the moment.
She didn't know what he was thinking, but his eyes seemed somewhat ominous in the dim light, like a lightless ancient well, leaving one unable to guess what was hidden inside.
Iris Harris slightly withdrew her gaze, and her fingers clasped on the railing grew tense.
Brandan Hyde did not yet know that she could no longer get pregnant.
That child was just a miracle heaven had bestowed upon her, and once lost, it would never return.
And now, she felt a bit grateful for her body that could no longer conceive.
If there was another child, her life would be ruined by Brandan Hyde.
