As Melina spoke, a faint air of arrogance tinged her words.


    “You might find it hard to understand, Miss Moore, but the Mitchell family had a tight rein on him.


    Going to such a ce was out of the question.


    ”


    “Is that so?” Hannah averted her gaze.


    Perhaps it really wasn’t him.


    Upon reaching the outskirts of themunity, Melina turned off the engine and announced, “I apologize, Miss Moore.


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    I’ve got some matters to attend to.


    Your ce isn’t too far from here, right?”


    “Quite close.


    ” Hannah grabbed her purse and stepped out of the car.


    Out of the blue, Melina said, “Miss Moore, if you ever run into trouble, feel free to reach out to me.


    You don’t need to involve Bryson in everything.


    ”


    Pausing, her hand hovering over the car door, Hannah offered a smile.


    She shut the door and leaned in to sh another smile at Melina.


    “Will do.


    Take care, Miss Glyn.


    ”


    Once Melina drove away, the smile vanished from Hannah’s face.


    She hoisted her purse onto her shoulder and wearily made her way into the residential area.


    Upon arriving home, she didn’t even switch on the lights.


    She kicked off her heels and tossed her purse to the side.


    Reclining on the plush sofa in the dimly Lit room, Hannah gazed out the window, clutching a pillow to her chest.


    For an instant, she felt as though she might be falling for Bryson.


    But rity washed over her.


    What Bryson couldn’t escape was an arranged marriage, creating an insurmountable distance between them.


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    ALL of a sudden…


    Ding!


    Drowsy, Hannah was startled awake by the sound of the doorbell.


    Rubbing her eyes, she checked her phone for the time.


    It was already 11 PM.


    Had she imagined the doorbell ringing?


    As she sat there, puzzled, the doorbell chimed again.


    So it wasn’t a dream?


    Barefoot, Hannah dashed to the door, only to freeze in disbelief at the sight of the man on her doorstep.


    Before her brain could catch up, her hands instinctively unlocked the door.


    She gazed at the suited man and murmured, “Mr.


    Mitchell?”


    Not long after leaving the banquet, there stood Bryson, still in his formal attire.


    Surveying Hannah, who stood barefoot in her living room, Bryson seemed to rx a bit.