Chapter 67 Iris in Donovan’s Arms
Iris finally snapped out of it.
She pulled her arm out of Quinn’s embrace. Like a child who knew she had done something wrong, she lowered her head in confusion and walked over to Donovan.
“Donovan.”
Quinn quickly followed behind her, clasped his hands together, and greeted Donovan warmly yet politely.
“Hello! I’m Quinn. I’m Iris' friend. I came over to keep her company because I didn’t want her to get bored sitting here alone.”
However, Donovan’s attention was on Iris, and he didn’t respond.
Quinn didn’t seem to mind and continued, “Iris often talked about you when we were in school. I never imagined you’d be kind and handsome!”
Iris froze.
She couldn’t remember ever mentioning Donovan to Quinn and had no idea why Quinn thought he was kind.
Was it just because of his face?
Iris stole a glance at Donovan.
His features were delicate, and his facial contours were sharp. He was indeed quite mesmerizing.
Unfortunately, Quinn didn’t know that the owner of that face wouldn’t bat an eye when he struck.
Still, it was clear that Quinn’s words had lifted Donovan’s spirits considerably.
The man tore his intimidating gaze away from Iris and turned to look at Quinn.
“Does she mention me often?”
“Yes!”
Quinn nodded, quickly glancing at the shirt Donovan was wearing.
It was from a top-tier global suit brand, and the car behind him was a luxury model as well.
He was definitely wealthy!
Iris said the bracelet was a gift from her uncle and that he rescued her when she was kidnapped, so he must be the man standing before her.
Plus, he knew that Iris lived here.
Quinn used her wild imagination to piece together Iris' background in the blink of an eye.
She was the illegitimate daughter of a wealthy family. Her relatives treated her badly and kicked her out because they found her injuries to be a nuisance.
But she had an uncle who treated her wonderfully. He bought her bracelets and clothes, rescued her when she was in danger, and settled her here to look after her in private.
That was it! It must be exactly like that!
Quinn’s mind was racing, and her mouth wouldn't stop.
"The clothes Iris is wearing—you bought those, didn't you? You gave her the bracelet, and you rescued her when she was kidnapped. Are you worried she doesn’t have enough to eat, so you came to check on her? Iris really likes you. She says you’re the kindest relative she has in the world.”
Iris was utterly stunned.
Donovan let out a soft chuckle and looked down at her bright eyes peeking out from beneath her colorful eyeshadow.
"She said she really likes me?"
“Of course!”
Donovan’s gaze shifted to Iris.
Her ears were bright red. She had her head bowed low and her hands clenched tightly as if trying to deny it yet too afraid to speak.
He didn’t believe those words were actually Iris'—it was just the woman in front of him trying to be clever.
If she really felt that way, she wouldn't keep making him angry.
“It’s getting late.”
Donovan spoke in a flat tone.
Quinn’s face flushed instantly.
They had been planning to leave anyway, but they ended up chatting with Iris' uncle for so long. It really wasn’t appropriate. No wonder Donovan looked displeased.
Quinn bowed slightly toward Donovan, her face full of apology.
“I’m so sorry. We'll be leaving now."
As she spoke, she gave Amos a quick nod, signaling for him to hurry and leave with her.
Donovan turned to look at Amos, who was already looking back at him.
When their eyes met, Amos took an instinctive step forward, clasped his hands together in front of him, and greeted Donovan.
“I’m Amos. I’m here today to help her catch up on her missed schoolwork.” This was the reclusive yet much-cherished youngest son of the Bt Group.
He was slender and not very tall, looking like he couldn’t take more than a few punches.
A cold smile flashed across Donovan’s deep, piercing gaze.
Harrison reached for the gun at his waist.
Thanks to their years of tacit understanding, he could sense the intense hostility radiating from Donovan clearly.
But that wasn’t surprising.
If Donovan hadn’t sent someone to investigate this boy, they wouldn't know that Amos and Quinn are siblings.
The two were putting on this show in front of Iris to lower her guard so Amos could get close to her.
Given the boss’ temper, anyone who dared to make a move on his woman would be skinned alive, if they survived.
But Donovan didn’t issue any orders.
He looked away, grabbed Iris' arm, and dragged her into the building.
“Harrison, take them back.”
"Yes."
The elevator doors opened, and the man led Iris back to the apartment without a word and shut the door.
He pressed her against the door and looked down at the top of her head.
She had kept her head down ever since she saw him. Now, her forehead accidentally brushed against his chest. She hurriedly pulled back, not daring to glance at him.
"Iris, have you done something to offend me?"
“What?”
Iris lifted her head, meeting Donovan’s gaze.
He looked into her bright, sparkling eyes, leaned in close, and brushed his lips ever so lightly against her earlobe.
"Then why are you so flustered?"
His warm breath made her body tremble slightly.
She wasn’t feeling guilty; she was simply afraid.
She lowered her head again, wanting to explain everything to Donovan and tell him that she hadn’t said those things to Quinn.
However, Donovan’s intimidating expression had softened considerably because of Quinn’s words.
If she rushed to explain now, it might make things worse.
Iris dismissed the thought and changed the subject.
“Why are you here? Didn’t your partnership with my dad end already?”
“Who said it ended?” Donovan lifted Iris' face.
"As long as I don't call it off, no one can end this deal. You’re still under my control.”
She still hadn’t gained her freedom, nor had she escaped Donovan’s control.
Had he made her move here so he could spend time alone with Sage at the AT villa?
Iris' eyes fluttered, misting over with tears.
She raised her hand to push Donovan away and made her way toward the living room.
“I’m not a child.”
“You’re not much different.”
Donovan wouldn't let her get away. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her into his embrace, and held her close.
“I came here to ask you something. Have you decided how you’re going to repay me?”
This sudden embrace left Iris' mind blank. She couldn’t think about how to repay him. She just wanted to break free as quickly as possible.
“I haven’t decided yet. Let me go!”
Donovan rested his chin on the top of her head, looking rather content.
The person in his arms was soft and fragrant. It felt so good to hold her.
"I'll let you go once you've decided."
Iris despised men like Donovan. He clearly had Sage by his side, yet he still came over to her, acting flirtatious and touching her without restraint.
He didn't care, but what did he take her for?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
Donovan held her firmly in his arms. The harder she struggled, the tighter he held her.
Realizing that she couldn't push him away, Iris steeled herself, grabbed Donovan’s shirt, and bit down.
Her sharp teeth sank into the muscle of Donovan’s chest, and he flinched visibly.
It wasn’t pain. Iris' mouth was too small, and she didn’t have enough strength. Her teeth merely grazed his skin, sending a tingling, itchy sensation through him.
The sensation was just too stimulating.
“Iris.”
Donovan's voice dropped low and became slightly hoarse and unusually magnetic.
He cupped her cheek with one hand, forcing her to release her grip. Then he leaned down to meet her gaze.