Chapter 66 Amos Draws Near to Her
Harrison and Wright had known each other for over five years.
Wright went through one woman after another, and none stayed with him for more than three months.
Who could a man like him possibly love with all his heart?
Seeing that Wright didn’t answer right away, Harrison assumed that Wright had so many girlfriends that he couldn’t remember their names. He didn't press further.
The two walked all the way to the entrance of the office building.
Just as Harrison was about to open the car door, Wright finally spoke in a low voice.
"She's dead."
Harrison’s hand, poised to open the door, froze mid-motion.
"Seven years ago, she approached me on purpose. She made me fall in love with her. Then, just when I needed her most, she died right in front of me without a second thought. All to help the Hall family create an heir devoid of emotion. She was only sixteen when she died."
The Hall family was one of the most mysterious families in Costaléa. They were immensely powerful, deeply rooted, and possessed immeasurable wealth.
Wright had never mentioned his background.
If not for his unmistakable sense of superiority, Harrison would have thought Wright was just like him—someone abandoned by his family.
Wright looked up, his gaze unfocused as he stared at the sky.
“Her name was Amy.”
Iris spotted Quinn in the school cafeteria.
She was dressed in bright, eye-catching colors—it was impossible not to notice her.
Sitting across from her was Amos.
The two sat face-to-face, eating and chatting as if they were old friends—just like those romantic campus couples.
Now that Iris had her own meal card and no longer needed to borrow money, she didn’t want to disturb them. She found an inconspicuous corner, lowered her head, and ate quietly.
“Iris?”
Someone called her name.
She looked up and saw Quinn and Amos standing at her table with their trays.
After confirming it was her, Quinn hurriedly set her tray down, sat next to her, cupped her face in his hands, and studied her closely.
"Oh my God! It really is you! How did such a beautiful face get hurt like this? Those who kidnapped you aren't human! They should all be arrested and locked up for life! How are the rest of you? Are you hurt anywhere else? Let me take a look. Why aren't you saying anything, Iris? Is your throat hurt? No wonder you only texted yesterday instead of calling!"
Iris didn't want to speak; Quinn had said so much all at once, and she was still cupping Iris' face, leaving her no chance to get a word in.
Seeing this, Amos sat down across from them and nudged Quinn’s water glass toward her.
“Quinn, would you like to take a sip of water first?”
Quinn shot him a glare. "With Iris like this, how could I possibly be in the mood for water? Iris, I…”
Amos tugged at Quinn’s hand, which was cupping Iris' cheek, and said, "Give her a chance to breathe."
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" Quinn quickly pulled her hand back.
“No…” Iris shook her head. "Quinn, my injuries just look scary. I'm actually fine. I took medicine and applied ointment, so it doesn't hurt much anymore. I’ll be all better in a while.”
Quinn let out a sigh of relief.
"The professor said your family arranged a two-week leave for you. Why did you come to school instead of resting at home and recovering?”
Iris gave Quinn a slightly embarrassed smile.
"I...I came to eat."
"Huh?" Quinn was completely taken aback. “Don’t your family make you meals?”
Even if her family doesn't take her seriously, they shouldn't treat her like this.
Why make her come all the way to the school cafeteria to eat while she’s injured?
Quinn pulled Iris into his arms, concerned, and patted her back comfortingly.
"Iris, why don't you move into the school dorms? I’ll take care of you.”
It was only a half-hour walk from the apartment to the cafeteria. Iris had wanted to live in the dorms before, purely to avoid Donovan.
However, she wasn’t used to living with several other people.
So she refused without hesitation.
"I just moved into Oak Grove next door. It's really close to school. Quinn, I can take care of myself."
“Oak Grove? You live there alone?”
"Yeah." Iris nodded.
"That's the best apartment complex in the school district. Units are really hard to come by. I knew you were something!”
Quinn let go of Iris and gestured for her to eat quickly.
“Iris, it’s the weekend. Can I come over to your place?”
“Sure.”
"Then...can I come too?" Amos asked quietly, looking a bit shy. "I've made copies of the lecture notes and design assignments from the past few days for you. If there’s anything you don’t understand, I can help you.”
Iris glanced at Quinn. Her sparkling green eyeshadow was striking.
Seeing Iris hesitate, Quinn pulled an exaggerated, pleading face.
"Come on, Iris. Let him come too."
It made Iris laugh out loud, and she nodded.
"Alright."
"Okay, then eat up. We'll wait for you."
Amos watched Iris as she ate with her head down. She seemed famished, devouring the food on her plate bite after bite, her cheeks puffed out.
She was so cute.
Amos watched her for a moment, suppressing a smile, then stood up thoughtfully.
"It's impolite to show up at someone's house empty-handed. I’ll go to the supermarket to buy some fruit and snacks. You guys wait here for me.”
“Sure, but we’ll split the bill!”
“No need.”
When Donovan and Harrison rushed back to Oak Grove, they saw the three of them walking out of the building, laughing and chatting.
Quinn, dressed in eye-catching attire, had her arm linked through Iris'. She was munching on an apple with relish while chatting with Iris about school gossip. She was clearly not ready to stop.
The bright, white streetlights outlined the three figures.
No one noticed the jet-black Bentley parked on the driveway by the lawn not far away.
The window rolled down slowly. Donovan turned his face and cast a cold, glance in that direction.
Iris was so engrossed in her conversation with Quinn that she hadn’t noticed Amos trailing behind her, tentatively drawing closer. Nor had she sensed the unmistakable intensity and affection in his gaze as he looked at her.
Donovan’s furrowed brow grew increasingly grim.
“Iris.”
The icy call made Iris freeze in her tracks.
She raised her head slowly and saw the man stepping out of the car.
He wore a black shirt with the collar casually unbuttoned, revealing the line of his collarbone and slender neck.
His hands were tucked into his pants pockets. In the interplay of moonlight and streetlamps, he looked lazy and carefree.
Behind him followed the expressionless Harrison.
The moment their eyes met, Iris' heart, which had been calm until then, began to pound uncontrollably.
She assumed her heart was racing because she was scared.
She was afraid of his silence and those bottomless eyes that stared at her intensely.
This was how Donovan showed his anger.
Then, the man called out to her again in an extremely impatient tone.
"Iris, come here."