Chapter 1107 I Am Not A Picky Eater

The VIP lounge was silent when Quentin opened the door. The sunshine on a winter afternoon felt warm as it shone through the window. Iris was quietly lying on the sofa with her down feather coat covering her. She was probably feeling cold and had curled up into a ball. That was what Quentin saw when he entered. The sofa which was too short to fit him was just the right size to fit the petite frame of this woman and made her look much smaller than usual. Quentin never expected that she would fall asleep inside the room. On his way over, he had expected that she might have lost her patience waiting and had left already. After all, it was already surprising enough for him that she would suddenly come over to look for him. The other day when he sent her home, she looked too eager to stay away from him and never to see him again. He was used to being indifferent and could control himself extremely well even when he realized that his heart was attracted to her. What more when she told