When Hannah finally awoke, she found her hand cradled within another’s grip.

She raised her eyes to meet Bryson’s form, his face buried in his arms, which were resting on her bed, his well-defined hand clasping hers with unwavering support.

His disheveled hair obscured one of his eyes, rendering him a stark departure from the usual image of a CEO, appearing more like a recent college graduate, vulnerable and sincere.

With a delicate and barely perceptible movement of her finger, Hannah roused Bryson from his light slumber.

“You’re awake.

Bryson stirred and hastened to assess Hannah’s condition.

“How are you feeling?”

As he leaned in closer, his handsome countenance filling her vision, Hannah’s words faltered.

“I… I…”

“What’s the matter?”

unwell, Bryson drew nearer, extending

you have a

Hannah’s eyelashes, eliciting a tingling sensation that prompted

freshly moistened Lips that she had

head slightly,

you like

&

shattered the moment as

informed me about Hannah’s accident, so I

the ambiguous tableau

stepped back, stuttering,

haste, dispersing

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