The man was casually dressed, his striking features catching the dim Light of the corridor in the hotel.


    One hand rested in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette, exhaling a stream of smoke with an indifferent air.


    Hannah, caught off guard, approached him.


    “What are you doing here?


    I thought you were away on business?”


    Bryson turned slightly at her voice, a faint smile ying on his lips.


    “I was just pulling one over on those fools.


    ”


    He crushed the cigarette and tossed it in the bin, then looked at Hannah.


    “Your cousin and that boy, they’ve returned to Cadilind, right?”


    “Yeah, I sent them home.


    I can’t protect them well here in Newfort.


    ”


    Hannah nced at Bryson, concern in her voice.Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    “Aren’t you worried about Lyons’s guys finding you?”


    Bryson wrapped his arms around Hannah’s waist and drew her close.


    His deep, dark eyes fixed on hers.


    He grinned.


    “K Group’s guys are here too.


    They don’t get along well with the Lyons Group, so they won’t rat me out to Remington.


    ”


    Hannah raised an eyebrow.


    “So, that’s your secret for staying here earlier?”


    Bryson slipped his fingers into Hannah’s pocket and pulled out her room card with a smooth motion.


    “Exactly.


    ”


    Suddenly, the door swung open with the swipe of the card.


    Bryson carried Hannah and strode into the room.


    Then, the door shut behind them.


    In an instant, Hannah found herself sinking into the soft bed.


    Bryson’s tall, solid frame hovered over her.


    Just as Hannah tried to protest, his ki*s silenced her.


    “Wait…”


    But Bryson was too forceful, and Hannah, pushing against his chest, couldn’t hold back his tender caresses.


    Bryson’s breath grew quicker.


    He slid his hand beneath the fabric of Hannah’s dress, feeling her soft skin beneath.


    As he did so, Hannah pushed him back with more force.


    “Hold on!


    Bryson, stop…” she urged.


    But Bryson seemed unresponsive.


    Gripping her shoulder tightly, he immobilized her while his other hand continued to caress her legs.


    Hannah clenched her teeth, ring at him, her thoughts a mix of anger and desperation.


    “Bryson…”


    Bryson bent down, capturing her lips with his own in a rough bite.


    “Wait…”


    Hannah’s protest was cut short.


    She tapped his shoulder, pushing him back.


    “Are you a dog?! It’s really painful when you bite!”


    She fixed him with a stern gaze.


    “You’re still injured! Why does it alwayse to this with you?”


    Bryson, moving slightly away, smiled at her, his dark eyes sparkling.


    “Are you really mad?” he asked, a hint of yfulness in his tone.