Iris Harris fell silent again. She lay back down on the sofa, her emotions surging, all of them about Melody.
John Foster was still asking about Melody's whereabouts. He seemed to simply not believe what she had just said. This man was too sure of himself—she didn't know if it was his nature, or if he'd just failed too few times in life, to end up with this kind of blind arrogance.
Iris said mildly, "Mr. Foster, can I ask you a question?"
"Give me Melody's address first."
He was trying to bargain with her.
Iris ignored that. "Why are you so fixated on Melody right now?"
"What kind of stupid question is that?" John let out a cold, derisive laugh. "I never broke up with her. I'm looking for my own girlfriend—do I need to report my inner thoughts to you?"
