“Okay.


    ”


    Bryson reached out to brush the flour off Grace’s face and handed his luggage over to the waiting butler.


    Loosening his tie, he announced, “I’m going upstairs to change my clothes.


    ”


    “Hey!” Maloney called out, suitcase in hand.


    “If you’re going upstairs to change, what should I do?”


    Bryson turned to nce indifferently at Maloney.


    “Wait in the Living room for a while,” he instructed, then turned and headed upstairs.


    Maloney couldn’t help but grumble, “Come on!”


    The butler, ever attentive, stepped aside with a smile.


    “Sir, let me take your suitcase.


    If you need to change your clothes or take a shower, I can prepare a room for you.


    ”


    “No, I’ve changed my clothes beforeing here.


    I’m not as particr as Mr.


    Mitchell,” he replied casually.


    With a wave of his hand, he handed the suitcase to the butler, then settled himself on the living room sofa.


    “I’ll wait here.


    ”


    “Okay.


    If you wish to have breakfast, please feel free to let me know at any time.


    ”


    Bryson ascended the stairs and changed intofortable grey leisure wear.


    He approached the bedroom, his hand pausing at the doorknob.


    After a moment of hesitation, he decided against barging in and gently knocked instead.


    Inside, Hannah was deep in sleep, undisturbed by the sound outside her door.


    Bryson knocked again, more persistently this time, but still received no response.


    Did she go out alone again?


    With a mix of concern and curiosity, he finally opened the door and stepped inside.


    The bedroom scene was serene.


    Hannahy on the bed, her hair slightly tousled and sticking to her cheek.


    She was cozily nestled in the quilt, with only half her face visible, her features rxed in peaceful slumber.


    Bryson paused at the doorway, his gaze Lingering on her lips, finding her simplicity utterly endearing.


    He stepped forward and gently poked her cheek with his finger.


    At this touch, Hannah stirred slightly.


    She frowned, clearly reluctant to wake up, and murmured, “Who is it?”


    Hannah opened her eyes slowly, murmuring with impatience.


    On seeing Bryson, she blinked and asked, “Why have you returned so soon? What time is it?”


    “Just after 9:00 am,” Bryson replied.


    As Hannah sat up in bed, bracing herself with her hands, he inquired, “Was your sleep troubledst night?”


    “It was somewhat restless.


    ” She rubbed her neck as she ryed to him the events ofst night, causing his brow to furrow.


    “They didn’t inform me.Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.


    ”


    “I requested they keep it from you.


    You were in Muvrand, and knowing would have only caused you unnecessary worry.


    I arranged for the young guy to stay at a hotel owned by the Mitchell Group.


    For now, he should be safe.


    The police visited there yesterday.


    I believe he’s all right.


    ”