CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 44: DO NOT LIKE HIM!

William Moore’s calm and pure eyes quietly watched her, a trace of worry appearing in them. Iris Harris gently shook her head, "I’m fine, you can go back."

She didn’t want William Moore and Brandan Hyde to have another conflict.

William Moore was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and gently rubbed Iris Harris’s hair, softly saying, "I’ll come to see you again tomorrow."

Iris Harris responded with a "hmm," watching William Moore’s figure disappear at the doorway before she gently sighed in relief.

After William Moore left, she turned her gaze to Brandan, forcing a smile as she asked, "Brandan, is there something you wanted?"

Brandan’s hands were empty, and the porridge had spilled. He looked at the spilled porridge on the ground with a gloomy expression before finally looking at Iris Harris.

Iris Harris also saw the bowl of porridge and asked, "Was it for Viola? Do you want me to have someone buy another serving?"

Viola Harris was also hospitalized, which she found out yesterday.

So naturally, she assumed that Brandan had brought food for Viola.

With what she said, Brandan couldn’t say a word.

Yes, how could she ever think that it was for her?

Brandan didn’t answer her question, only asked gloomily, "What were you doing with him just now?"

Iris Harris lowered her eyes and said blandly, "I’m sick, Xavier came to see me."

"Ha, see you? See you and hug you?" Brandan’s tone carried a hint of jealousy he himself didn’t notice.

Iris Harris pressed her lips together, "He and I are just friends. He was only comforting me just now."

Brandan looked at her several times, only then noticing the corners of Iris Harris’s eyes were still red, her eyelashes moist, it seemed she had just cried.

He remembered earlier when he came in, seeing the two hugging and kissing, perhaps it was really a matter of perspective, maybe William Moore was just comforting her.

Brandan knew he had misunderstood, but still stubbornly said, "You say you’re friends, so you’re friends? Who knows if you’re really up to something?"

"..." Iris Harris was silent for a moment before looking at Brandan, "I won’t let you insult Xavier like that."

Brandan widened his eyes in shock, "What?"

Iris Harris looked at him, "You can insult me, but I won’t let you insult him."

Brandan only felt his barely calmed emotions explode again because of Iris Harris’s words.

"You like him?" Brandan pressed closer, his expression growing darker, "Defending him like this... Iris Harris, have you done anything with him?"

Iris Harris was so angry her entire body trembled, and she clenched her fists, eyes filled with anger and indignation, "Brandan Hyde!"

"You argue with me for that man! And you say you’re not interested in him!" Brandan’s voice was louder than hers, grabbing Iris Harris’s shoulders and shouting angrily, "I won’t let you like him!"

Her shoulder blades were gripped tightly by the man, and Iris Harris felt a sharp pain spreading through. She was terribly weak now, unable to break free, and Brandan’s unreasonable tantrum made her even more defenseless.

"Why?" she asked back, "Who I like, do I need you to control?" She couldn’t help but find it laughable, "Brandan, you don’t even like me! What right do you have to control me?"

Never mind who she really liked, even if she did like William Moore, Brandan had no right to control her!

He didn’t even like her!