Looking at her stubborn expression, Henry Ford sneered lightly in his heart, indifferent to it.
People always have inexplicable hopes, which isn't necessarily a bad thing.
For him, shattering that hope and leading the other person to complete despair was a very amusing thing.
When Iris Harris realizes she can never escape him in her lifetime, she won't have this expression.
And he greatly anticipates that moment's arrival.
His patience with this woman is surprisingly ample, perhaps because her face resembles someone he fancies, granting him extra patience. In any case, he doesn't intend to use forceful means to destroy her personality for everything.
Slowly taming her is very interesting too.
*
After Henry Ford left, Iris Harris lay back on the bed again.
The long-lost taste returned, but greeted her with an enduring bloody smell. Thinking about her digestive system processing Henry Ford's blood, she couldn't help but retch.
