But before she could get far, Bryson stopped her by wrapping one hand around her waist and taking the bags with the other. “Let me help.”
With Dotson standing there, Hannah’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She instinctively tried to pull away, saying, “I’ll cook myself.”
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However, Bryson held on, not letting her go. He looked down into her eyes and said, “If you don’t let go, then neither will I.”
Noticing the two were in a stalemate, Dotson grabbed the remaining two bags from the table and said, “Boss, let me take these to the kitchen for you!”
With only the two of them left in the living room, she struggled.
“Let go of me!” Hannah said, trying to free her wrist.
Bryson took the things from her hands and said, “Let Dotson stay in the kitchen and help me. You stay here.”
He tossed his coat onto the sofa, turned, and carried the things to the kitchen.
Hannah leaned back against the sofa, watching Bryson walk away. She smiled softly to herself.
As night descended, the light in the sky faded Little by little.
The guards outside the villa made their way back one by one.
Maloney and Charlie arrived at the villa one after the other, and all the people except for Kite were there.
At the dining room table, three steaming hot pots released a delicious scent of butter into the air.
The table also had an array of dishes and several drink bottles.
Walking through the dining area, Maloney exclaimed, “Unbelievable! You’re serving hot pot today? I’ve never had it here before.”
“The butter hot pot is a special creation.” Hannah, lounging on the sofa, said to Maloney, “You should give it a try then.”
Charlie approached, looking at the hot pot with curiosity as the water bubbled inside. “How do you eat this?”
Maloney, noticing Charlie’s interest, asked him, “Have you never tried hot pot?”
“Never,” Charlie replied. “I haven’t seen it either.”
“That makes sense. You train with missions every day. It’s difficult to find such food.”
After saying that, Maloney looked around and questioned, “Bryson asked me to come here. Why didn’t he show up himself? Is he going to be the last one?”
Just then, Bryson, dressed in a black apron, came out of the kitchen carrying two plates of exquisite fish.
“Are you looking for me?”
Seeing Bryson dressed almost like a domestic husband, Maloney burst out laughing, pointed at him, and said, “That outfit really suits you.”