“Oh.


    ”


    Hannah’s response was nonchnt, her interest seemingly waning.


    She turned back towards the door.


    “That has nothing to do with me.


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    As she unlocked the door and was about to open it, she felt Bryson lean in closer from behind.


    Before she could react, his hand covered hers, preventing her from opening the door.


    “I have always been loyal to you,” Bryson stated firmly.


    Hannah stared back at his handsome features, and rolled her eyes.


    “Mr.


    Mitchell, I really can’t stand your honeyed words these days.


    ”


    The tension between them seemed to soften slightly with Bryson’s candid admission, but the atmosphere remained charged.


    “Excuse me, Mr.


    Mitchell.


    I’m getting out of the car.


    ”


    Yet Bryson did not move his hand, clearly not intending to let her exit the car just yet.


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    “Gee,”


    Hannah clicked her tongue in frustration and pushed against his shoulder, her gaze piercing as she finally addressed him with a serious tone.


    “What exactly do you want to do?”


    “You know best what I want to do,” Bryson replied, his wordsden with ambiguity, sparking wild


    imaginations.


    Hannah’s expression turned icy as she clearly misinterpreted his intent.


    “Bryson, I’m not a pawn at yourmand.


    Try messing with me again, and you’ll regret it.


    ”


    She turned to leave, her hand reaching for the door handle once more, but Bryson was quick to rify, his hand pressing gently on her shoulder.


    “It’s not what you think.


    I just want to talk, to exin things properly.


    My love for you has never wavered.


    ”


    Hearing Bryson’s earnest words, Hannah halted her escape and turned to face him, scrutinizing his expression.


    The sincerity she saw there made her pause.


    “Then tell me,” she said after a brief silence, “what is this thing you’ve been hiding from me all this time?”


    “I can’t tell you,” Bryson confessed, his voice tinged with regret.


    ALL right.


    He repeated the same elusive answer each time the subject arose.


    When probed, he invariably insisted that he couldn’t disclose the details.


    Seeing the shift in Hannah’s expression, Bryson quickly tried to reassure her.


    “It’s unrted to our rtionship.


    Could you possibly give me a bit more time?”


    Suddenly, a wave of exhaustion washed over Hannah.


    Everyone harbored their own secrets; why was she so insistent on uncovering his?


    “If you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t ask again.


    ”