"Okay."
Iris Harris smiled, took the eye mask from Henry Ford's hand, and leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes.
Separated by the layer of black eye mask, she naturally didn't see the man's gaze towards her, which had become passionate and unfathomably deep... like a deep black hole, appearing particularly eerie and ominous...
...
The flight was exceptionally peaceful.
When Iris Harris woke up, the window view was already filled with a crimson glow.
After a nap, her mood had surprisingly calmed down.
Since she had decided to go to Casselvia, Brandan Hyde's affair naturally didn't need to be thought about anymore.
If he wasn't willing to come over with her, then they probably wouldn't meet again in the future...
Iris Harris felt a faint sense of melancholy slowly rising in her heart, indescribable and unclear. She sighed lightly and then heard footsteps behind her. She looked up to see Sophia Sutton bringing dinner over.
