Stupid woman!
Vincent cursed silently in his heart, took another fierce sip from the bottle.
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Iris Harris returned as usual in the afternoon.
When she got back, Brandan was already home, sitting on the sofa looking at something on his iPad. He glanced up at her when she entered.
Iris handed her shawl to the servant. Brandan set the iPad aside and said to her, "Come here."
Iris lowered her eyes, and after a moment, she walked to his side. Brandan reached out, pulling her into his arms. She carried a faint bitterness of coffee on her, and he asked, "Spent another day there today?"
"Yeah."
"If you like the café so much, why don't I buy it for you?"
Iris looked up at him, "I just like drinking coffee, not making it."
Holding her, Brandan slowly felt a sense of peace, "You're always idle, why not help me in my company."
Iris refused, "No."
