"Liar."
The man said coldly, leaning down to grip her chin, his gaze icy, "Your face is itching to try, Iris Harris, you can't wait to run away from me!"
His tone was intimidating, full of accusation and reproach.
Iris Harris didn't know if he had guessed her thoughts, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words.
She naturally felt their relationship was forced, but at this moment, being looked at by Brandan with such eyes, she couldn't help but wonder if she was being too heartless.
She lowered her head, sighed lightly, and said nothing more.
Brandan's gaze was complex as he watched her for a long while before he coldly withdrew his hand. He sat silently on the sofa, and in the vast living room, only the cheerful laughter of actors from the TV could be heard.
After the anger, there was only exhaustion and unease left.
He knew it would be like this.
