Hannah eyed Caleb sharply.

“Is Bryson here too?”

Caleb hesitated, not daring to lie.

He glanced towards the suite and admitted, “Yes… Mr.

Mitchell is in there…”

He had barely finished speaking when Hannah walked briskly toward the suite.

Caleb promptly went after her.

Bryson, lounging with closed eyes, snapped them open as the door swung open.

Standing there, Hannah’s gaze landed on Bryson’s bare chest and the blood-stained bandage wrapped around his waist.

Her brow furrowed in concern.

“It’s been quite some time.

What happened to you? You’re a mess!” she exclaimed.

Bryson, caught off guard by Hannah’s presence on the ship, blurted out, “What are you doing here?”

walked over and took a seat, her eyes fixed on the wound

question

here, looking like this? Didn’t

headboard, Bryson quirked an

I’m not dying just yet, am

lingering in the room, Bryson instructed, “Caleb, could you step outside and keep

“Of course, Mr.

Mitchell.

left, a brief

lighten the mood, cracked

being too vain to think you came here worried about me after

shot him

to me it’s your head that’s injured,

are you here now?”

you, but for someone

“I didn’t

you upset someone important on this ship? Why are you hiding and avoiding

Bryson smirked.

“Impressive, you noticed.

Rodrigo Wilde you’ve

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