Iris Harris didn't understand what he meant by always being this way.
She ate her apple, eyes downcast, without a word.
She didn't know what about her made him so happy, but if she knew, she would definitely change it.
"In three days, we can go abroad," Henry Ford said, "Are you happy?"
"Do you think I should be happy?"
"Staying here is not good for your health, too damp. My island is spring all year round, perfect for nurturing you." His tone was light, tinged with a bit of delight, "If we have time, we can make up the wedding we never had. I'm a person who values ceremony; a marriage without a wedding is incomplete."
"A marriage without love is also incomplete," Iris Harris said coldly.
"My love for you is enough," Henry Ford chuckled softly, "As for you... you'll eventually fall in love with me. Otherwise, who else can you love for the rest of your life?"
