The weight on his heart felt like a ticking time bomb, triggered anew each time he crossed paths with Hannah.


    He couldn’t predict when it would detonate, fragmenting their delicate bond into irreparable shards.


    With a weary sigh, Bryson closed his eyes, grappling with the turmoil within.


    “What am I supposed to do?” he whispered, his voice heavy with uncertainty.


    After storming off, Hannah nced back to ensure she wasn’t being followed.Content held by N?velDrama.Org.


    Now that she was alone, she allowed her emotions to bubble up to the surface.


    “Bryson Mitchell, mark my words! I swear, I’m done talking to you… forever!”


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    As Hannah stewed over Bryson’s recent unsettling behavior, her irritation deepened.


    Although she hadn’t reacted outwardly upon seeing Melina with Bryson, she understood his


    twisted sense of decorum.


    Yet, his act of pulling her away reignited her smoldering anger.


    It was their issue, irrelevant to others.


    Still, the simplicity of the emotional turmoil made it even more maddening for Hannah.


    He hadn’t exined anything.


    His evasive attitude was infuriating.


    “Damn you, Bryson! You’re the worst!” Cursing under her breath, Hannah forcefully cleared her mind of him.


    She had plenty to handle without his disruptions clouding her thoughts.


    Upon returning to the hotelte, exhaustion overwhelmed her.


    After a quick wash and change, she copsed into bed and fell into a troubled sleep.


    Her rest was short-lived, however, as it was disrupted by the incessant ringing of her phone.


    She was barely able to drift into sleep and it made her feel irritable.


    And to make matters worse, her phone just kept on ringing.


    Ring! Ring! Ring!


    Irritated by the disturbance, Hannah snatched up the phone and snapped, “Who the f@ck is it?”


    “Uh…”


    Recognizing the voice, she paused before asking, “Bryson?”


    Knowing that she was still groggy, Hannah checked the caller ID again before cautiously cing the phone to her ear.


    “Mr.


    Mitchell, what is it?” she asked.


    “I’m downstairs and I brought you some breakfast,” he answered.


    Sitting upright in bed, Hannah eximed in disbelief, “What on earth is wrong with you?”


    On the phone, Bryson adopted a tone with a calmness that contrasted sharply with Hannah’s rising irritation.


    “Well,e downstairs and have breakfast.


    It’s getting cold.


    ”


    “I won’te down! Bryson, are you stalking me? How did you know which hotel I’m staying at?”