She shifted her gaze to Hannah and chuckled, “Bryson may seem blunt, but if he ever offends you, just let me know. I’ll set him straight.”
Hannah offered a subdued smile.
“Mr. Mitchell has always been courteous with me, Miss Glyn. No need for concern.”
She then turned back to the stove, skillfully maneuvering the spatula through the pan of shrimp. Her lowered eyelashes concealed any emotions.
“The kitchen is a bit smoky. Maybe you both should wait outside.”
“I’l stay and assist,” Bryson volunteered, his understated words resonating in Hannah’s heart Like a pebble being thrown into a pond and causing ripples.
“Then I’ll stick around and help too,” Melina chimed in, trailing behind Bryson.
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“You’re not handy in the kitchen. You’d be better off outside, Bryson told her flatly, without turning his head.
A momentary stiffness crossed Melina’s face, but she quickly smiled again.
“Well, it’s your spoiling that keeps me from learning. Fine, I’ll go keep Grace company.”
Once Melina exited, Hannah and Bryson were left alone, enveloped in a slightly awkward atmosphere.
“Apart from you and Grace, I’ve never cooked for anyone else,” Bryson suddenly confessed.
Caught off guard by Bryson’s unexpected admission, Hannah found herself at a loss for words.
Why did he feel compelled to share this with her?
Not wanting to dwell on it, Hannah simply nodded in quiet affirmation, choosing not to say more.
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With Bryson’s assistance, Hannah quickly whipped up the Mexican delicacy, Camarones a la Diabla. The housekeeper helped carry the dish to the outdoor table.
The charcoal in Brayden’s grill was ready, signaling for Bryson to join him in grilling the meat.
When Hannah spotted Lydia, she found the latter resembling a little scavenger, snatching a grilled chicken wing right from Brayden’s hand.
“Lydia!” Hannah set the dishes on the table and shouted for Lydia.
Lydia rushed over promptly, offering a chicken wing to Hannah.
“Hey, try a wing.”
“Nice of you to vanish halfway through setting up just to enjoy the barbecue, huh?”
Lydia said mysteriously, “I saw Bryson assisting you in the kitchen after I washed my hands. Figured you two could use some alone time.
Wouldn’t I just be in the way if I returned?”