Bryson gazed at Hannah with a twinkling in his eyes and asked, So, how do you plan to repay me, Miss Moore?
Hannah gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes in response. Why dont you suggest something, Mr. Mitchell?
Then I have to think it over. I cant waste this opportunity,
Bryson said.
Hannah rolled her eyes. Fine, go back to your room and think about it. Im going to bed.
Bryson remained still, glancing over at Franklyn, who was sitting on the sofa. What about him? he asked.
Hannah followed his gaze. Ill get him a new room.
Dont bother, Bryson replied. He walked over and tossed his room card to Franklyn. He can stay in my room.
Franklyn caught the card and looked to Hannah for approval.
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If he stays in your room, where will you sleep? Hannah asked Bryson.
Bryson met her eyes, irritation creeping into his voice. Ill manage here tonight.
Hannah sneered. Clever.
Bryson chuckled, his dissatisfaction evident. He turned to Franklyn, signaling him to leave.
Franklyn, however, looked at Hannah, waiting for her confirmation.
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Not wanting to waste more time, Hannah sighed. Alright, his room is safer. Call me if anything happens.
Okay, Franklyn replied. Clutching his wound, he stood up, thanked Bryson, and left with the room card.
After the door closed, Hannah ignored Bryson, who was sitting on the sofa. Im going to take a shower. You can sleep on the sofa tonight, she said.
The sofa was spacious, equipped with an electric back that could recline flat into a bed.
Are you really going to make me sleep on the sofa? Bryson asked, leaning back and watching Hannah walk toward the bedroom. Are you seriously going to treat me like this?
Hannah paused at the bedroom door and turned to face him. This hotel belongs to you, Mr. Mitchell. If you dont want to make do with it, youre free to get another room.
With that, she turned and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Bryson chuckled and murmured to himself, What a temper.
After taking a shower, Hannah rolled around on the bed, feeling unusually cheerful.
The bedroom door remained closed. Apparently, Bryson hadnt tried to come in. At least he had the decency not to intrude.