NovelEnglishBryson immediately grabbed Hannah's wrist, forcing her to stop.
"She'll be fine since she's with Brayden.
"No," Hannah replied, her voice tinged with worry.
"That man is very shrewd.
I don't know what else he will do tonight.
Even if the possibility is small, I can't let Lydia take the risk.
" Bryson tightened his grip on Hannah's wrist, his gaze steady.
"You can't go there now or you'll alert the enemy.
I've sent a message to Brayden, asking him to stay with Lydia tonight and not fall asleep.
If anything happens, he will inform me.
Hannah's racing heart began to slow at Bryson's words.
She had been so worried that it felt like she was losing her mind.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTouching her cold forehead, she asked, “You've already known about it, so you've prepared for it?" Bryson shook his head slightly, "Of course not.
I just had a feeling that things might not be entirely safe tonight, so I asked him to be careful and make plans in advance.
" Bryson took a look at his watch.
It was already nine o'clock.
"Go to sleep.
I'll stay here.
" "I don't want to sleep, and you don't have to stay with me," Hannah replied.
Bryson raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Regardless, I'm not leaving tonight.
If you're not going to sleep, do you want to sit on the sofa withall night?" Hannah quickly turned around, feeling a bit flustered.
"Forget it.
I'm going to bed.
Don't disturbunless it's important.
" As she walked to the bedroom door, she paused and turned back, “By the way, don't disturbeven if you have something important.
" With a decisive bang, Hannah closed the door behind her.
Bryson chuckled softly and closed his eyes to rest.
Despite her words, Hannah found herself wide awake.
She cout of the bathroom, her hair half-dried, and sat on the bed without a trace of sleepiness.
The window was half-open, allowing the sea breeze to drift in.
What should have been a comforting breeze felt uncomfortably chilly, sending shivers down her spine.
's BunnyBookery Hannah closed the window, and the noise of the sea reduced significantly.
She smoothed her hair, her mind replaying the events of the evening, and she couldn't help feeling flustered as she thought things over.
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She was about to text Lydia when she heard snoise coming from the living room.
Was that Bryson? The sound was low and rustling, as if someone was moving carefully.
Bryson was in the living room, so it couldn't be an intruder.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmStill, her curiosity got the better of her.
She leaned quietly against the door, listening intently.
The room's retro wooden door wasn't very soundproof, making it easier to from catch the subtle easier to outside. A small click echoed through the silence.
Judging by the noise, Bryson had just gone out.
Hannah glanced at her phone.
It was almost eleven o'clock, and they had no idea what was waiting outside.
What could be so urgent that Bryson had to leave at this hour? Hannah curiously opened the door to the darkened living room.
Under the moonlight, Hannah noticed that the sofa where Bryson had been resting was now empty.
"He toldto sleep, but what is he doing out so late?" she murmured to herself.
Hannah quickly put on her clothes, opened the door, and stepped out into the dim corridor.
Bryson was nowhere in sight.
The lights had been turned off, and only a few patches of moonlight filtered twirowatches of filtered through the windows.
Hannah walked cautiously down the dark corridor, her footsteps.echbing despite her efforts to move quietly. She used her phone's flashlight for help, the small beam cutting through the darkness.
As soon as she reached the corner of the stairs, a pair of hands reached out to her.
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