Eddison was driving in the front.
The rearview mirror reflected the silhouettes of two people in the backseat.
The delicate-featured woman gently leaned on the shoulder of the handsome man, their breaths mingling, perfectly harmonious.
He sighed softly in his heart.
If only Iris Harris could fall in love with William Moore.
...
Iris Harris returned home and saw several cars parked at the entrance of the Lester family villa.
It was already dark, and those dozen or so black sedans loomed at the entrance, darker than the night itself. As Iris saw those cars, her face immediately darkened.
Did something happen?
Eddison parked the car at the villa's entrance, but didn't open the door, and turned slightly nervously to glance at William Moore in the back seat.
William Moore's eyes were calm, but his gaze outside was somewhat profound.
"Iris, did you invite any guests home?"
Iris Harris shook her head.
