He walked over and sat beside Hannah, looking pensive.

Hannah turned to him, noticing a shadow over him.

His mood seemed off today.

She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?”

It was as if Bryson snapped out of his trance when Hannah’s hand touched his shoulder.

He turned towards her, their faces close, his eyes studying her features.

His hand lifted to trace the contours of Hannah’s face.

“You really…”

Hannah noticed a hint of sadness in Bryson’s eyes, leaving her puzzled.

She hadn’t seen him so vulnerable in a while.

When did this change begin? Was it during his recent illness? His “second personality” appeared suddenly, altering his usual demeanor.

He now displayed more emotional depth, causing Hannah to question her earlier diagnosis of him.

Was this “second personality” genuine?

Though his actions seemed symptomatic at first glance, something felt subtly different.

Hannah’s thoughts were interrupted as Bryson’s handsome face drew closer.

His voice was low and distinctive near her ear.

“What are you daydreaming about?”

Hannah was about to speak when Bryson’s ki*s stopped her words in their tracks.

Initially alarmed, she resisted him briefly before relenting.

As Hannah sank into the soft bed, she felt dizzy.

Bryson’s advances overwhelmed her, and partway through, she began to cry softly.

Muffled sobs broke through her restraint.

Hannah hastily covered her mouth with her hand, closing her eyes and turning her head aside.

The man gripped her waist firmly, showing no signs of easing his hold.

The intense encounter gradually blurred Hannah’s senses, and soft moans slipped through her fingers.

Her gaze was unfocused as Bryson leaned over, brushing her hair from her face and scrutinizing her closely.

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