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?”

over and took a seat, her eyes fixed on the

question

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

the headboard, Bryson quirked

I’m not dying just

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

“Of course, Mr.

Mitchell.

a brief silence

to lighten the mood, cracked

came here worried about me

him a cold

seems to me it’s your head

here now?”

come for you, but for

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

someone important on this ship? Why are you hiding

Bryson smirked.

“Impressive, you noticed.

Wilde you’ve crossed?”

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