At the very last moment, he stopped.
He looked at the crying girl, extended a finger, gently wiped her cheek, then stood up.
Feeling his movement, Iris Thompson heaved a sigh of relief.
Yet simultaneously, a sense of loss surfaced.
He did not continue, was she actually a little disappointed?
She clenched her fist tightly, paused for moment, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's wrist just as he was about to leave.
Reginald Bates was taken aback and stood still.
Iris looked at him. In the darkness, she slowly spoke, "Master, do you like me?"
Reginald didn't say anything.
She bit her lips and spoke again, "I... am yours."
I am yours.
These three words immediately destroyed the last bit of Reginald's sanity.
He quickly turned his head to look at her, his eyes filled with piercing intensity, "Do you know what you're saying?"
Do you know what you're saying?
Iris's heart wavered.
Of course she knew.
