She was dressed casually, wearing a ck floral skirt.


    She had tied up her hair when she was eating barbecue, and some strands hung loosely around her face.


    Her figure was bathed in shadows, and he couldn’t see her face.


    At this point, even Bryson could admit that her appearance had thrown him into a panic.


    He walked to her with quick steps, all his attention focused on her.


    When Melina turned around, she saw Hannah as well.


    “Miss Moore, what a coincidence.


    I didn’t think I’d see you here,” she greeted Hannah first.


    “Don’t mind me.


    I’m here for business with Bryson.


    ”


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    They were not too far away, and Hannah picked up bits and pieces of their conversation.


    Her face remained neutral as she watched them walk over to her.


    She didn’t respond to Melina and looked only at Bryson.


    Bryson wanted desperately to exin, but things were soplicated.


    His eyes met hers, but she dodged his gaze.


    The atmosphere quickly turned tense.


    It was almost as if Melina was air, with how Hannah ignored her.


    She tried talking to Hannah again.


    “Miss Moore, have you eaten? We’ve just finished dinner.


    How about we go to a nearby cafe? It’s on me, to wee you back.


    ”


    “No, thanks.


    ” Suddenly, Bryson’s hand closed over Hannah’s wrist.


    Without turning his head to Melina, he said in a cold voice, “We have something else to do.


    If you want coffee, you can go by yourself.


    ”


    Hannah acquiesced as Bryson sped her wrist gently, leading her forward, her lips sealed in silence.


    Observing Bryson’s refusal, Melina refrained from uttering any words that would jinx his mood.


    She stood rooted to the spot, observing the departing pair with an enigmatic glint in her eyes.


    After a stretch of walking, Hannah broke the silence.


    “Mr.


    Mitchell, where exactly are we headed?”


    Bryson nced at her, noting the absence of expression on her face, a telltale sign of her underlying vexation.


    “Why are you here today?”


    Bryson countered instead of addressing her query directly.Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    “Does this street belong to the Mitchell family exclusively? Are others prohibited from trespassing?”


    Sensing the tension in her tone, Brysonpsed into silence momentarily before responding, “No.


    ”


    This sentence marked the conclusion of their exchange.


    With that, Bryson maintained a tight hold on Hannah’s hand as they strolled together for quite some time.


    Gradually, the mor of the streets faded behind them.


    The trees cast intricate patterns of shade beneath the glow of the streetlights, enveloping them in a serene ambiance.


    Hannah’s wrist, held firmly by Bryson’s grasp, tingled with a faint numbness.


    She contemted freeing herself, but Bryson, attuned to her movements, tightened his hold.