“Okay.

Bryson reached out to brush the flour off Grace’s face and handed his luggage over to the waiting butler.

Loosening his tie, he announced, “I’m going upstairs to change my clothes.

“Hey!” Maloney called out, suitcase in hand.

“If you’re going upstairs to change, what should I do?”

Bryson turned to glance indifferently at Maloney.

“Wait in the Living room for a while,” he instructed, then turned and headed upstairs.

Maloney couldn’t help but grumble, “Come on!”

The butler, ever attentive, stepped aside with a smile.

“Sir, let me take your suitcase.

If you need to change your clothes or take a shower, I can prepare a room for you.

“No, I’ve changed my clothes before coming here.

as particular as

Mitchell,” he replied casually.

a wave of his hand, he handed the suitcase to the butler, then settled himself on

“I’ll wait here.

“Okay.

you wish to have breakfast, please feel free to let me know at

changed into comfortable

his hand pausing at

he decided against barging in and

sleep, undisturbed by

more persistently this time, but still received

go out alone

of concern and curiosity, he finally opened

bedroom scene

the bed, her hair slightly tousled and sticking to her

nestled in the quilt, with only half her face visible, her

gaze Lingering on her lips, finding her simplicity utterly

and gently poked her cheek with

this touch, Hannah

reluctant to wake up, and

her eyes slowly,

and asked, “Why have you returned

after 9:00 am,” Bryson

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