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

my question for

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

headboard, Bryson quirked

guess I’m not dying just yet,

“Caleb, could you step outside

“Of course, Mr.

Mitchell.

left, a brief silence filled the

lighten the mood, cracked a

being too vain to think you came here

shot him a cold

seems to me it’s your head

are you here now?” Bryson

didn’t come for you, but for

then added, “I didn’t expect

this ship? Why are you

Bryson smirked.

“Impressive, you noticed.

Rodrigo Wilde

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