NovelEnglishShe was dressed casually, wearing a black floral skirt.
She had tied up her hair when she was eating barbecue, and sstrands hung loosely around her face.
Her figure was bathed in shadows, and he couldn't see her face.
At this point, even Bryson could admit that her appearance had thrown him into a panic.
He walked to her with quick steps, all his attention focused on her.
When Melina turned around, she saw Hannah as well.
"Miss Moore, what a coincidence.
I didn't think I'd see you here,” she greeted Hannah first.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Don't mind me.
I'm here for business with Bryson.
" 's BunnyBookery They were not too far away, and Hannah picked up bits and pieces of their conversation.
Her face remained neutral as she watched them walk over to her.
She didn't respond to Melina and looked only at Bryson.
Bryson wanted desperately to explain, but things were so complicated.
His eyes met hers, but she dodged his gaze.
The atmosphere quickly turned tense.
It was almost as if Melina was air, with how Hannah ignored her.
She tried talking to Hannah again.
"Miss Moore, have you eaten? We've just finished dinner.
How about we go to a nearby cafe? It's on me, to welcyou back.
" "No, thanks.
"Suddenly, Bryson's hand closed over Hannah's wrist.
Without turning his head to Melina, he said in a cold voice, "We have something else to do.
If you want coffee, you can go by yourself.
Hannah acquiesced as Bryson clasped her wrist gently, leading her forward, her lips sealed in silence. Observing Bryson's refusal, Melina refrained from uttering any words that would jinx his mood.
She stood rooted to the spot, observing the departing pair with an enigmatic glint in her eyes. After a stretch of walking, Hannah broke the silence.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Mr.
Mitchell, where exactly are we headed?" Bryson glanced at her, noting the absence of expression on her face, a telltale sign of her underlying vexation. "Why are you here today?" Bryson countered instead of addressing her query directly.
"Does this street belong to the Mitchell family exclusively are m others prohibited from trespassing?" Sensing the tension in her tone, Bryson lapsed into silence momentarily before responding, "No.
This sentence marked the conclusion of their exchange.
With that, Bryson maintained a tight hold on Hannah's ah's hand as they strolled together for quite stime.
Gradually, the clamor of the streets faded behind them.
The trees cast intricate patterns of shade beneath the glow of the M streetlights, enveloping them in a serene ambiance. Hannah's wrist, held firmly by Bryson's grasp, tingled with a faint numbness.
She contemplated freeing herself, but Bryson, attuned to her movements, tightened his hold.
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