The weight on his heart felt like a ticking time bomb, triggered anew each time he crossed paths with Hannah. He couldnt predict when it would detonate, fragmenting their delicate bond into irreparable shards.
With a weary sigh, Bryson closed his eyes, grappling with the turmoil within.
What am I supposed to do? he whispered, his voice heavy with uncertainty.
After storming off, Hannah glanced back to ensure she wasnt being followed.
Now that she was alone, she allowed her emotions to bubble up to the surface.
Bryson Mitchell, mark my words! I swear, Im done talking to you forever!
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As Hannah stewed over Brysons recent unsettling behavior, her irritation deepened.
Although she hadnt reacted outwardly upon seeing Melina with Bryson, she understood his
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twisted sense of decorum. Yet, his act of pulling her away reignited her smoldering anger. It was their issue, irrelevant to others.
Still, the simplicity of the emotional turmoil made it even more maddening for Hannah.
He hadnt explained anything. His evasive attitude was infuriating.
Damn you, Bryson! Youre the worst! Cursing under her breath, Hannah forcefully cleared her mind of him.
She had plenty to handle without his disruptions clouding her thoughts.
Upon returning to the hotel late, exhaustion overwhelmed her. After a quick wash and change, she collapsed into bed and fell into a troubled sleep.
Her rest was short-lived, however, as it was disrupted by the incessant ringing of her phone.
She was barely able to drift into sleep and it made her feel irritable. And to make matters worse, her phone just kept on ringing.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Irritated by the disturbance, Hannah snatched up the phone and snapped, Who the fck is it?
Uh
Recognizing the voice, she paused before asking, Bryson?
Knowing that she was still groggy, Hannah checked the caller ID again before cautiously placing the phone to her ear. Mr. Mitchell, what is it? she asked.
Im downstairs and I brought you some breakfast, he answered.
Sitting upright in bed, Hannah exclaimed in disbelief, What on earth is wrong with you?
On the phone, Bryson adopted a tone with a calmness that contrasted sharply with Hannahs rising irritation. Well, come downstairs and have breakfast. Its getting cold.
I wont come down! Bryson, are you stalking me? How did you know which hotel Im staying at?