Instinctively, she turned her head, evading his advance. In a frigid tone, she replied, “The difference is profound. You’re Sewell! Bryson is just sick. As long as he recovers, you won’t appear again.
“Interesting,” he said, his eyes dipped. In the blink of an eye, he wrapped his fingers around Hannah’s throat and pressed her onto the bed.
Hannah struggled, attempting to kick Bryson’s knee.
But her effort was easily thwarted, her leg pressed down against the bed.
“Sewell! Let go of me!”
Recalling her captivating allure from the previous night, Bryson clenched his jaw, a rueful laugh escaping his lips.
As he peered down at Hannah, he said with a cruel, icy edge, “I’m the one in charge. He does not deserve to appear. Do you understand?”
Hannah’s struggling waned, her hand going limp. She raised her gaze to meet Bryson’s face.
As a medical practitioner, she understood Bryson’s implication.
‘s
Sewell was the master of this body, and Bryson was a mere facet of his existence, another personality.
“Fuck off!” Hannah stared at Bryson with an emotionless gaze.
Releasing his grip, Bryson tossed a new dress in her direction.
“The red one has been ruined.”
The dress from the prior night lay discarded on the floor, bearing witness to the passionate encounter that had unfolded.
Hannah closed her eyes, gathering her composure. Meeting Bryson’s gaze once more, she declared, “I want to change my clothes.”
Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated For All Books Updates…
“Very well,” Bryson acquiesced, though he made no move to depart.
Seeing that Bryson had no intention of leaving, Hannah said in a cold voice, “Get out. I want to change my clothes!”
An indifferent, yet playful voice echoed through the room.
“Do I have to?”
Hannah slapped Bryson on the cheek.
The slap was just as hard as the first, making Bryson’s face twang from the impact.
His face slightly bent to the side, Bryson held his cheek, trying to recover from the shock of Hannah’s unexpected slap.
When he turned to look at her again, there was a smile playing around the corners of his lips.
“You’ve hit me for the second time now. Do you really think I don’t have the right to get angry?