"Miss Harris, shall we go out for some fresh air?"
He turned his head, speaking to her gently.
"..." Iris Harris pressed her lips together, looking at the man's elegant face under the lights, and then nodded, "Okay."
The hotel hallway was sparsely populated, and Iris Harris walked beside Henry Ford, heading towards the staircase.
The clamor gradually quieted down. Iris Harris stood by the window, looking outside. The night wind was cold, blowing away the warmth from her face and gradually making her expression heavier.
She turned her head to look at the man standing behind her, tilting her head to ask, "Mr. Ford, do you have something important to tell me?"
Henry Ford stood in front of her. He was very tall, appearing to be over six feet tall, blocking the light in front of her. His fair, elegant face lowered slightly, gazing at her.
His gaze, for some reason, looked rather complicated at that moment.
