NovelEnglishThey exchanged warm smiles, and with that, the past was laid to rest.
Just then, Hannah cdownstairs to find the two women still chatting and smiling in the living room. Makenna rolled her eyes at Hannah, clearly disapproving of her coming downstairs alone.
Melina smiled and asked, "Miss Moore, are you done? Do you need a ride back? I'm not in a rush to leave.
" "No, thank you.
Mr.
Mitchell will driveback later," Hannah said.
Hannah was brief in her responses, clearly not interested in engaging in a conversation with her.
"No need to wait, Miss Moore.
Bryson might be a while, so I'll have the driver take you hfirst.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI can ride with Bryson later, that way we won't be wasting time.
Hannah shot her a chilly look and replied, "I've got all the tin the world.
By the way, Miss Glyn, I appreciate your subtlety, but I don't need constant hints about your relationship with Bryson.
I'm not interested in knowing how close you two are.
Hannah's strides towards Melina radiated a commanding aura that was both powerful and intimidating.
This unexpected presence made Melina's heart momentarily falter in surprise.
It had been ages since their encounter with the gang in Muvrand, and the stark image of Hannah aiming a gun towards the thug outside their car had faded from her memory.
Now, as Hannah closed the distance with deliberate aggression, those chilling memories surged to the forefront of Melina's mind.
"You.
What do you want to do? This is the ancestral hof the Mitchell family!" Yet, her attempt to halt Hannah proved futile.
Standing before Melina, Hannah's demeanor was icily composed, her height accentuated even more by her high heels, making her seem even more imposing.
A slight curl of her lips betrayed her indifference.
"You'd better abandon your clumsy ploys.
I've witnessed too much, and frankly, I'm weary of it.
Miss Glyn, if you truly cherish Bryson, I suggest you demonstrate your affection openly, rather than trying to rival me," Hannah advised coolly.
Her smile then turned frosty.
"If you persist in this interference, I can't assure you of the consequences.
" Meeting Hannah's steady gaze, Melina's voice wavered, "Are you threatening me?" "Of course not," Hannah replied smoothly, her hand reaching out to caress Melina's hair softly.
She twirled a lock around her finger gently, her tone soothing yet chilling.
"Miss Glyn, consider this a friendly reminder.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhy would you think it's a threat?"
The gesture made Melina stiffen, al sinister chill creeping up her spine as she anticipated a sharp tug at her scalp. At that moment, Makenna stood, her voice dripping with contempt.
"If it weren't for you, Bryson would have loved Melina.
If you had refrained from meddling, there wouldn't be so many problems.
Bryson's affection for you is but a transient fascination.
Given time, he's sure to discern the ideal partner for marriage.
" Hannah had not engaged in any confrontation for ages.
During her tabroad, she tackled disputes head-on.
Now, fueled by an impulse to resolve matters physically, she pondered whether her response should land on Makenna's left or right cheek.
Sensing the storm brewing within Hannah's stare, Makerna sintuition screamed Caution. The content is on Dave Makenna's novelenglish.net!
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