Henry Fletcher narrowed his eyes slightly, and suspected the truth in what this woman, Iris Cooper, was saying.
"Your name." Henry Fletcher's patience seemed to finally have run out, and he spat out four impatient words.
"Oh, me? Aurelia Shaw." Aurelia Shaw was evasive whenever she could be; the further away she could stay from Henry Fletcher, the better. He was a pervert, a lunatic!
Henry Fletcher's brow furrowed slightly. What's going on? Why did he feel that this woman was extremely disgusted with him, and was deliberately keeping her distance?
Would an entertainment industry woman with no background really act this way?
How many true words has Iris Cooper actually spoken?
"Eh—" Aurelia Shaw's gaze was suddenly attracted by another cute little creature. A white cat jumped in through the window, with bewildering stardust-like blue eyes, gazing around as if it had accidentally strayed into a place it didn't belong.
