FreeNovelHannah began to ask Bryson if he was okay, but before she could finish, Bryson's fingers gently lifted her chin, drawing her into a ki*s.
The fervor of Bryson's ki*s left Hannah without the will to pull away; instead, she let herself sink deeper into the moment.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The persistent knocking at the door snapped Hannah out of the reverie.
She quickly stepped back from Bryson and left the closet.
She made sure the closet doors were shut.
Just as they clicked closed, Hannah caught a glimpse of Bryson's gaze in the dim light-a look that sent her pulse racing.
Despite the urge to delve deeper into that moment, now was not the time.
She secured the closet and made her way to the door, opening it to find Remington there.
"Mr.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLyons? It's quite late.
What brings you here?" "I need to discuss something with you.
" Remington loomed in the doorway, peering into Hannah's room.
"What took you so long to answer?" "Nothing much.
"Hannah maintained her composure, stepping aside to let Remington in.
"I was in the bathroom.
That's why I couldn't answer right away.
" "Is that so?" Remington c@@ked his head, eyeing her.
"Taking a shower, huh? Looks like my timing's off.
As Hannah fetched a glass of water for Remington, she brushed off the comment.
"It's no big deal.
I was just freshening up.
" She offered the glass to Remington, smoothly shifting the conversation.
"So, what's up? What did you need to talk about?" Remington accepted the glass, then dove into his query, "I heard there was a bit of a scene with skids outside the villa today.
"They weren't hassling me, it was Peterson they were after.
I was just lending a hand.
" Remington seemed caught off guard by her candor.
He probed further, "How well do you know Peterson?" "I've only met him twice.
I first saw him at the Compton's banquet," Hannah mentioned to Remington.
"Oddly enough, I happened upon him in the garden getting picked on, and I stepped in.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmToday, it was the sguy I had to straighten out before.
This the just sawand bolted-I didn't even need to step in.
Playing with her hair, Hannah cast her gaze downward.
"Mr.
Lyons, if you have a problem with what I did, just say it.
There's no need for subtlety.
Raising her gaze to meet his, she challenged, "Or should I be the one saying sorry?" "You've got the wrong idea.
I'm not here to get an apology out of you.
"
There was a flicker of unexpected emotion in Remington green eyes before he offered a smile. "I'm just taken aback, that's all.
"You are surprised that I would help Peterson?" Hannah lookedāto M Remington her curiosity piqued. "I have heard a few things about your family.
And the tale of Peterson's struggles within your household.you're aware of them aren't you?"
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