In the hotel’s resting hall downstairs, Bryson grinned, unbothered.


    “This hotel belongs to me.


    I made a point of checking the nearby hotelsst night and figured you were here.


    ”


    Last night, they had a horrible fight, and they parted on bad terms.


    This morning, Bryson had shown up ostensibly to offer breakfast, his attentiveness tinged with uncertainty about his motives.


    “No, thanks.


    The hotel provided a breakfast voucher, and I don’t usually eat breakfast.


    ”


    Hannah promptly hung up the phone, switched it to airne mode, and went back to sleep.


    Awakening naturallyter, she grabbed her phone to check the time.


    It was almost noon.


    She quickly packed up her things, ready to head to Saul’s Research Institute.


    Exiting the elevator and walking towards the hotel’s exit, Hannah spotted a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye.Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    She turned to see Bryson approaching in a neatly tailored gray suit, his demeanor casual as he said to her, “Were you able to sleep well?”


    “Why are you still here?” asked Hannah.


    Running out of patience, she grunted, “Didn’t I tell you that I don’t want to eat breakfast? Why didn’t you just leave me the hell alone?”


    Taking her frustration lightly, Bryson replied, “It’s already lunchtime! We better get something to eat.


    Come on, it’s my treat.


    ”


    “I said I don’t want to eat!”


    Hannah couldn’t help but wonder when Bryson had be so shameless.


    Bryson slightly raised his eyebrows and responded with confidence, “I will never stop trying to persuade you, and I’m sure you know that by now.


    ”


    Despite revealing her true feelings, Hannah’s face remainedposed as she replied, “I won’t join you.


    You can eat alone.


    ”


    “I have other ns.


    We’re heading in different directions, so I’ll take my leave now.


    ”


    Hannah exited the hotel, intending to catch a taxi, but Bryson intercepted her.


    “Where are you headed? I can give you a lift.


    ”


    Hannah scoffed, “What’s this now? Mr.


    Mitchell, thepany head, moonlights as a taxi driver?”


    Bryson shook his head and countered, “I don’t enjoy being a taxi driver, but I do think I’d do great as your personal chauffeur.


    ”


    Hannah rolled her eyes at him.


    “Can’t you ever speak inly?”


    Bryson chose not to respond further to herment.


    Instead, he walked over, opened a car door, and gestured to Hannah.


    “Get in, I’ll drive you.


    ”