It turned out William understood Charles better than anyone. This was exactly who he was—someone who hid away when he got hurt, looking for his pacifier and seeking comfort from Iris.
'Iris, Iris, Iris.'
Her name was like magic, pulling him out of his self-loathing and misery, making him suddenly aware of how inappropriate his actions were.
Just as Charles was debating whether or not to leave, the elevator doors opened, and Iris came out.
'Thank God,' Charles muttered silently.
"Charles?" Iris looked in great spirits, her face bright with a smile, her tone so relaxed that it seemed like nothing in the world could ever trouble her. Even seeing Charles sitting outside her door didn't faze her.
She even cracked a joke. "What are you doing here? Sorry, but with that expression on your fa
