After breakfast, Brandan Hyde walked out of the dining room and saw Iris Harris sitting on the sofa changing her shoes.
She was wearing a blue-gray dress, draped in a brown shawl, her slightly curled long hair naturally falling along her pale cheeks, giving her a classical elegance akin to those elegant socialites walking down the streets of Paris in the Middle Ages.
Recently, she hasn't been home often, sometimes leaving earlier than him. If he didn't know that she was just going to the coffee shop for coffee, Brandan Hyde would have thought she was off to work like him.
Iris Harris had already changed her shoes, and Brandan walked over and said, "Shall I take you?"
"No need."
Iris tidied her hair and headed towards the door. Brandan followed a few steps, walked up, and gently kissed her on the lips: "Goodbye."
Iris looked up at his face, the man's gaze fell on her like flowing water, gentle and deep.
