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?”

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

my question

Didn’t you

headboard,

guess I’m not dying just yet, am

instructed, “Caleb, could you step outside

“Of course, Mr.

Mitchell.

brief silence filled the

attempting to lighten the mood,

I being too vain to think you came here worried about me after finding out where I

shot him

seems to me it’s your head that’s

here now?”

for you, but

hesitated, then added, “I

important on this ship? Why are you hiding and

Bryson smirked.

“Impressive, you noticed.

Rodrigo Wilde you’ve crossed?”

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