In the hotels resting hall downstairs, Bryson grinned, unbothered. This hotel belongs to me. I made a point of checking the nearby hotels last night and figured you were here.
Last night, they had a horrible fight, and they parted on bad terms.
This morning, Bryson had shown up ostensibly to offer breakfast, his attentiveness tinged with uncertainty about his motives.
No, thanks. The hotel provided a breakfast voucher, and I dont usually eat breakfast.
Hannah promptly hung up the phone, switched it to airplane mode, and went back to sleep.
Awakening naturally later, she grabbed her phone to check the time. It was almost noon.
She quickly packed up her things, ready to head to Sauls Research Institute.
Exiting the elevator and walking towards the hotels exit, Hannah spotted a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye.
She turned to see Bryson approaching in a neatly tailored gray suit, his demeanor casual as he said to her, Were you able to sleep well?
Why are you still here? asked Hannah.
Running out of patience, she grunted, Didnt I tell you that I dont want to eat breakfast? Why didnt you just leave me the hell alone?
Taking her frustration lightly, Bryson replied, Its already lunchtime! We better get something to eat. Come on, its my treat.
I said I dont want to eat!
Hannah couldnt help but wonder when Bryson had become so shameless.
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Bryson slightly raised his eyebrows and responded with confidence, I will never stop trying to persuade you, and Im sure you know that by now.
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Despite revealing her true feelings, Hannahs face remained composed as she replied, I wont join you. You can eat alone.
I have other plans. Were heading in different directions, so Ill take my leave now.
Hannah exited the hotel, intending to catch a taxi, but Bryson intercepted her.
Where are you headed? I can give you a lift.
Hannah scoffed, Whats this now? Mr. Mitchell, the company head, moonlights as a taxi driver?
Bryson shook his head and countered, I dont enjoy being a taxi driver, but I do think Id do great as your personal chauffeur.
Hannah rolled her eyes at him. Cant you ever speak plainly?
Bryson chose not to respond further to her comment.
Instead, he walked over, opened a car door, and gestured to Hannah. Get in, Ill drive you.