Love Command: Darling, Do You Yield?-Chapter 115 - 116 It’s Too Late 2

He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

He would not divorce Iris Harris.

Brandan Hyde thought.

Deep down, he knew that this nominal marriage was the only bridge connecting him and her.

Once divorced, the two of them...

Would have nothing to do with each other for the rest of their lives.

The ash from his cigarette fell down softly, and Brandan shivered as if burned. He stood up and glimpsed his reflection in the mirror opposite him.

Is this how his face looked?

He looked at himself in the mirror with some confusion.

The face looked very pale, with a hint of neurotic fear in the dark eyes. Brandan raised his hand, rubbed his face hard, and then took a deep breath.

Before his heart could understand, his body had already first learned about the emotions and began to panic uncontrollably.

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When Brandan pushed the door open, Iris Harris was sitting at the dressing table writing something.

She was wearing a nightgown, her gently curled long hair draped like seaweed over her back. Under the light, her snow-white face carried a slight clear sweet charm, a kind of delicate beauty.

Brandan’s lips moved slightly, but before he could call her, Iris heard the sound, lifted her head, and upon seeing him, smiled slightly, "You’re here."

Seeing her calm demeanor, Brandan let out a slight sigh of relief. He really didn’t want to be in a confrontation with her anymore.

"What’s up?"

Brandan walked in and glanced at what Iris had been writing; it appeared to be a document she was signing.

Iris picked up the document and handed it to Brandan, "Take a look first, see if you’re satisfied."

Brandan took it; his previously relaxed expression instantly turned cold after just a glance.

"What do you mean by this?" He held the document tightly, his gaze full of anger directed at Iris.

Iris’s smile remained serene, she smiled, "I’m fulfilling your wish to be with Viola."

She stood up from the dressing chair, walked to the side, picked up a glass of water, took a sip, then turned her head to look at Brandan, her brows even carrying a tender smile, "I already know how much you love her, let’s divorce as soon as possible so you can marry her."

Looking at her gentle smile, Brandan felt an indescribable anger rising from within.

He even felt a bit wronged.

"Do you really have to do this?" He asked, "Haven’t I already apologized? What more do you want before you forgive me?"

"Apologize?" Iris tilted her head, "Was it that ’I’m sorry’ you said?" She said, suddenly laughing, "You say sorry, so I have to forgive you? Brandan Hyde, I didn’t know you could be so amusing."

Brandan looked at this version of Iris.

Casually smiling, indifferent, her smile not reaching her eyes, carrying a hint of coldness.

Like she had become a different person.

No, perhaps she hadn’t changed, perhaps she’d always been this way.

It’s just... it’s just that...

She already...

He didn’t dare to admit this reality.

His fingertips trembled, and the stack of divorce papers signed meticulously with Iris’s name slipped from his fingers, falling to the floor. He looked down at those white papers printed with words, momentarily silent.

Iris walked over, bent down, and picked up the papers one by one.

After organizing them in order, she looked at him and softly said, "Sign it."