In the end... do you love me?
Iris Harris listened to his voice, inevitably feeling a bit dazed.
Whether it was disappointment or it seemed amusing, she slightly raised her head, looking at Brandan Hyde's face in front of her.
"Then let me ask you." She spoke gently, but there was a chill in her tone, "Brandan Hyde, in this life of yours, have you even once, even a little bit, considered me?"
"..."
The man's brows gradually turned cold, slightly pursing his lips as he looked at her.
Iris acted as if she didn't see the coldness in his eyes, continuing on her own: "I know you're used to being selfish... You never consider others. But you came, you came to find me, and I thought you were willing to consider me."
After all, back then, what he said was so resolute, as if he would never be willing to come see her again in this life.
Yet he still came.
At the most critical moment, he saved her from Henry Ford's hands.
