She actually dared to glare at him; the little black crow has become quite brave, huh!
Or could it be that she remembered the details from last night and knew that he was that bastard she mentioned from six years ago?
Anthony thought of this and felt a little guilty. He took two steps forward and handed the flowers to Iris, immediately feeling awkward. He didn't look at her but rather elsewhere, and said: "Do you know now?"
Know what?
Iris looked at the man in front of her, completely confused.
He was very tall, about the same height as Mentor, wearing a black suit and looking quite refined. His features seemed as if they had been carved by a skilled sculptor, and he was somewhat fairer, more delicate, and better-looking than Mentor.
He didn't look at all like the pervert those people had described!
As she puzzled over this, she heard him speak.
Know what?
Moreover, why did she feel that when the man spoke, his tone was cold and low, yet carried a hint of grievance?
