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?”

a seat, her eyes fixed on the wound on

question

here, looking like this? Didn’t you say you weren’t going

headboard, Bryson quirked

I’m not dying just

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

“Of course, Mr.

Mitchell.

brief silence filled

attempting to lighten the mood,

think you came here worried about me after finding out where I

him a cold

your head that’s injured,

are you here

come for you, but for

Hannah hesitated, then added, “I didn’t expect to bump

this ship? Why are you hiding and avoiding

Bryson smirked.

“Impressive, you noticed.

Rodrigo Wilde you’ve crossed?”

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