Seeing her, he seemed unsurprised, walked over and turned on the tap, leisurely washing his hands, without even glancing at her.
Iris Harris slightly clenched her fingers. It was only after the man turned off the tap and walked away that she silently followed behind Brandan.
The man seemed indifferent about her following him, striding forward with calmness. It was only when they arrived at the hotel entrance, as he was opening the car door, that he turned to look at her.
Eyes dark and icy like the night itself, he lowered his gaze to look at her with a hint of mockery.
"How long do you intend to follow me?"
He spoke in a tone neither warm nor cold.
"When did you come to Lincoln?"
"Where I go is none of your business, right?" The man slightly raised his chin, wearing a face of aloof arrogance. "Is this all you wanted to ask?"
He scoffed coldly, reaching out to pull open the car door.
Iris placed her hand firmly on the car door handle, "Brandan!"
"..."
