"What's up?"
Seeing her inexplicable actions, Brandan asked with a bit of confusion.
"Nothing."
She blushed, took a step back, glanced at him, and then said, "I'm going downstairs to eat."
"..."
Brandan stood there, slightly squinting at her hastily retreating back, recalling her rosy cheeks, and chuckled softly.
Perhaps, he wasn't the only one who felt good about last night.
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Iris finished her breakfast and sat idly at the table, staring blankly at Brandan.
The man's eating motion was slow and deliberate, with a natural grace and elegance, as if each movement could be a painting.
"What's the matter?" Brandan took a sip of soup, noticing Iris staring at him, swallowed, and asked casually.
"What do you plan for me to do at your company?"
"What do you want to do?"
Brandan countered.
Iris propped her chin up with her hand, looking at him: "You're not going to make me your secretary, are you?"
Spending all day with him would make her go crazy.
