“Release me,” she demanded, her voice firm.


    Bryson maintained his hold on her wrist, propelling them forward in silence.Content held by N?velDrama.Org.


    A bubble ofughter threatened to escape Hannah’s lips.


    “Bryson, do you fancy yourself quite the authoritarian, especially with thedies?”


    At her words, Bryson halted, turning to face her.


    “If you desire a scolding, I’m more than willing to oblige before we proceed.


    ”


    It felt like punching through a cloud of cotton.


    Suppressing a smirk, Hannah shook off Bryson’s grasp and strode ahead.


    Bryson trailed after her, their exchange dwindling into silence as they meandered aimlessly through the streets, his presence a constant shadow at her side.


    Hannah pivoted on her heels, her gaze aze with frustration, as she confronted Bryson.


    “How much longer do you n on trailing after me?”


    “I’LL depart once I’ve escorted you back.


    ”


    “I don’t require your escort.


    ” Hannah brandished her phone before Bryson.


    “I’LL call someone to pick me up.


    ”


    With resolve, she began to lower her gaze to dial, only to have her phone snatched from her grasp.


    Startled, she lifted her head, reaching instinctively for her device.


    “Give that back!”


    Bryson hoisted the phone above his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes.


    “If you can retrieve it, it’s yours.


    ”


    Hannah’s brow furrowed in exasperation.


    “Bryson, are you truly so juvenile? Is this your idea of fun?”


    Unyielding, Bryson maintained his position, undeterred by her scolding, his arm still raised defiantly.


    He met Hannah’s gaze, a faint smirk ying at the corners of his lips.


    “It’s amusing.


    ”


    Unable to contain her frustration any longer, Hannah snapped, “If it amuses you, feel free to indulge alone.


    You can keep the phone.


    I’m leaving.


    ”


    Seeing the genuine distress in her eyes, Bryson relented, his hand dropping as he returned the phone to her.


    Snatching it back from him, she pivoted on her heel and strode away without sparing him a second nce.


    Yet, Bryson persisted in trailing after her, steadfast in his reluctance to part ways.


    Pausing to gather her thoughts, Hannah drew a deep breath.


    It was time to address the tension simmering between them rather than prolonging the standoff.


    Halting abruptly, she turned to face Bryson, who mirrored her actions.


    She said, “You vanished without a wordst time.


    A couple of brief remarks two days ago, then silence.


    I understand you’re busy, and I don’t want to intrude.


    If you have othermitments, I won’t detain you.


    However, Mr.


    Mitchell, it appears you’re not entangled in pressing affairs.


    Or maybe you’re absorbed in business affairs, leaving no time for trivial encounters like ours.


    ”