He would never do anything to hurt her.
Never.
If Brandan Hyde could make her happy, he would give his blessing. If he couldn't, he would wait until she completely gave up and then take her away.
He loved her calmly like this, not passionately or loudly, but deeply and enduringly.
This is how he liked someone.
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In the next few days, Brandan Hyde never went to see Iris Harris again.
He didn't know how to face her.
Since the conversation with William Moore, he felt his heart was in turmoil.
Completely in turmoil.
In his twenty-three years of life, he had never been this flustered.
His intellect could handle the most complex documents, but he couldn't untangle his own heart.
He couldn't understand why he had become like this.
He even dared not visit Iris Harris anymore.
The banquet.
Alex Hawk watched Brandan Hyde standing alone in the corner, downing drinks continuously, and couldn't help feeling a bit frustrated.
