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"Okay.
Bryson reached out to brush the flour off Grace's face and handed his luggage over to the waiting butler. Loosening his tie, he announced, "I'm going upstairs to change my clothes.
"Hey!" Maloney called out, suitcase in hand.
"If you're going upstairs to change, what should I do?" Bryson turned to glance indifferently at Maloney.
"Wait in the Living room for a while," he instructed, then turned and headed upstairs.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMaloney couldn't help but grumble, "Con!" The butler, ever attentive, stepped aside with a smile.
"Sir, lettake your suitcase.
If you need to change your clothes or take a shower, I can prepare a room for you.
"No, I've changed my clothes before coming here.
I'm not as particular as Mr.
Mitchell," he replied casually.
With a wave of his hand, he handed the suitcase to the butler, then settled himself on the living room sofa.
"I'll wait here.
" "Okay.
If you wish to have breakfast, please feel free to letknow at any time.
" Bryson ascended the stairs and changed into comfortable grey leisure wear.
He approached the bedroom, his hand pausing at the doorknob.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter a moment of hesitation, he decided against barging in and gently knocked instead.
Inside, Hannah was deep in sleep, undisturbed by the sound outside her door.
Bryson knocked again, more persistently this time, but still received no response. Did she go out alone again? With a mix of concern and curiosity, he finally opened the door and stepped inside.
The bedroom scene was serene.
Hannah lay on the bed, her hair slightly tousled and sticking to her cheek.
She was cozily nestled in the quilt, with only half her face visible, her features relaxed in peaceful slumber. Bryson paused at the doorway, his gaze Lingering on her lips, finding her simplicity utterly endearing.
He stepped forward and gently poked her cheek with his finger.
At this touch, Hannah stirred slightly.
She frowned, clearly reluctant to wake up, and murmured, "Who is it?" Hannah opened her eyes slowly, murmuring with impatience.
On seeing Bryson, she blinked and asked, "Why have you returned so soon? What tis it?" “Just after 9:00 am," Bryson replied.