Will Never Fall In Love With Him!

Gavriel's words left Iris even more bewildered. Just as she was about to ask further, Gavriel continued speaking.

"Now that you are safe, I will end the call. Goodbye!" The connection abruptly severed, leaving the phone screen blank.

"What the heck! That grumpy Gavriel... How dare he throw such confusing statements and abruptly end the call like that?" Iris huffed in frustration, taking a deep breath to calm herself.

Rumble!

Once again, her stomach let out a growl. Setting aside her curiosity for now, she resolved to ask Gavriel about it later. Right now, she needed to satisfy her hunger and begin adjusting to her new life as Iris Gray in this small town.

There was so much on her to-do list, starting with shopping for new clothes. She preferred dark colors; bright ones made her feel like she stood out too much, drawing unnecessary attention. She disliked being the center of attention.

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When Iris arrived on the first floor, she headed straight into the dining room, which was connected to a modern French country kitchen offering views of the snow-covered forest in the backyard.

Only now did Iris realize the dining room possessed such a stunning view. Yesterday, while dining there, she had been too exhausted to appreciate her surroundings.

'Heavenly! This is the kind of million-dollar view that city dwellers like me dream of...' Iris stood beside the expansive French window, feasting her eyes on the mesmerizing sight. A surge of excitement coursed through her veins, knowing she would spend the rest of her life in this place.

After a few moments of savoring the scenery, she shifted her gaze toward her grandmother. She could only see her grandmother's back, engrossed in cooking something delightful.

The smell of Grandma's cooking added to Iris' hunger. She approached her grandmother slowly and asked, "Grandma, do you need any help?"

Cassandra was taken aback by Iris's offer to help. This was the first time this girl had offered help like this. She glanced at Iris, her lips curling into a gentle smile.

"There's no need, dear. However, you can set the table and make some coffee. Our breakfast will be ready soon," Cassandra replied, refocusing her attention on preparing mozzarella-smoked beef toast— Iris's favorite. A subtle change in her demeanor brought a smile to Cassandra's lips.

Iris remained silent, knowing full well that she had no culinary skills whatsoever. She had never set foot in the kitchen before, and her only talent lay in making coffee. Living like a princess in this house, where everything was taken care of by her grandmother, was something she despised knowing.

After arranging the cutlery, she patiently waited at the dining table, savoring the view of the forest.

As Iris delved into her youthful memories, she envisioned the breathtaking scenery of this place during summer and autumn. She eagerly anticipated experiencing it for herself and couldn't contain her excitement at the thought of running to the mountain's peak.

Iris couldn't help but chuckle at her foolishness a few days ago when she ventured into the forest during a blizzard. All because she had wanted to visit Xavier Darkwood's house.

'Xavier Darkwood!?'

The name alone made Iris almost choke on her own saliva as his face flashed in her mind. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she realized what had happened the previous day.

'What the hell! Xavier is the pale-faced man who ordered coffee yesterday?' she muttered, burying her face in her palm. 'How can I ignore my crush just like that?' she sighed deeply, ashamed.

"Iris, are you alright?" Cassandra inquired, her pace quickening as she approached Iris while bringing their breakfast. She was taken aback to find Iris covering her face while seemingly engaged in a conversation with herself. "Why does your face look red?"

"Hmm, I'm fine, Grandma," Iris swiftly replied, maintaining her smile. "...I was just remembering about yesterday," she added, her gaze fixed on her grandmother sitting across from her.

"Which part?" Cassandra asked, relaxing as she began to enjoy her toast.

"Xavier Darkwood..." Iris trailed off, taking a bite of her own toast. 'How can this toast taste so delicious?' she marveled in surprise.

Cassandra's expression abruptly tensed upon hearing Iris mention her crush, Xavier Darkwood.

She stared at Iris silently, attempting to discern what was going through her granddaughter's mind. She was worried that Iris would revert to her old self and pursue Xavier once again, causing herself unnecessary embarrassment by chasing someone who held no genuine interest in her.

Cassandra couldn't bear to witness her granddaughter's suffering once more. Determined to prevent repeating past mistakes, Cassandra vowed to protect Iris from further heartache.

"Iris, you have to promise me..." Cassandra's gaze was sharp and severe.

Iris swallowed her food before responding, "Promise? What promise?" A glimmer of concern flickered in her eyes.

Cassandra locked eyes with her granddaughter, "I want you to promise me that you won't pursue Xavier Darkwood anymore..."

Cough! Cough!

Iris began coughing, her face turning red at her grandmother's words.

"Oh, dear... Please drink your coffee slowly!" Cassandra's hand offers a napkin.

After feeling slightly better, Iris looked at her grandmother, a reassuring smile flashing through her eyes.

"Grandma, don't worry! Even though I regained my memories of Xavier, I promised not to chase after him anymore. I'm giving up on him. From now on, I will focus on my studies and pursue my other dreams," she didn't randomly say that.

In her past life, she never harbored feelings for the opposite sex. Since she was trained from a young age to be an assassin and one of the sacrifices she makes is to abandon romantic attachments, she cannot enter into a relationship with anyone because a partner and family is their greatest weakness.

Besides, she didn't find that pale man particularly attractive. Thus, she could assure her grandmother that she wouldn't develop feelings for Xavier Darkwood!

'How could I date him? I would end up being his sugar mommy instead!' Iris shook her head, envisioning a scenario where she was dating Xavier, who was still nineteen years old, while she was already twenty-nine.

'How odd!' she muttered, amused by the thought.