In Room 111, Rhys Crawford sat on the sofa, casually stretching out his legs, a broad smile on his face as he watched the young woman across from him.
Iris Dalton ignored him.
She was completely relaxed, leaning against the leather cushion and eating from the fruit platter a waiter had just brought, one bite at a time.
'I ate too much tonight. A little fruit should... help me digest.'
Behind her, two bodyguards stood like black towers, adding a certain solemnity to the room's atmosphere.
"Tsk, tsk. To think Eldest Young Master Sherwood would do something like this to protect his own sister. How heartless and cruel."
The corners of Rhys Crawford's eyes tilted up slightly as he studied the young woman's expression. His charming eyes held a trace of seductive pity. "Don't be sad, Iris. You still have me. I can be your big brother."
'No thanks!'
'Stay the hell away from me!'
