Henry Ford looked at her slightly pale face, his gentle eyes carrying a trace of concern, "Did he hurt you?"
Iris Harris subconsciously shook her head, "No..."
She just remembered Brandan's last words that left her heart a little cold.
Henry Ford watched her expression, unsure of what he was thinking. After a moment, he lifted his head and gently patted her hair, tenderly saying, "Tomorrow, we head back to Casselvia. Tonight, rest well, don't worry about anything else, I'll keep you safe."
Henry Ford truly was a charming man.
With just a few words, he had calmed her uneasy heart.
She showed a slight smile and softly said, "Thank you."
Henry Ford looked at her face, his dark pupils reflecting a sense of attachment. After a long while, he slowly withdrew his gaze and leaned back peacefully into the car seat.
The car drove toward Coco Lester, this estate-like hotel, which had already been reserved by Henry Ford, with only his bodyguards and guards coming in and out.
