The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never
Chapter 1661

However, Hannah had already caught sight of him skulking about.

With a glance at Lydia, Hannah murmured, “He’s here.

Let’s get ready to kick things off.

”

Lydia acted quickly, raising her hand and grabbing a tissue to pat Hannah’s cool forehead.

“Hannah, are you alright? Don’t scare me like this.

You seemed fine just a moment ago.

Why do you suddenly feel dizzy? Did you drink too much earlier?”

Tyshawn walked around and took a seat behind them, using the sofa as a shield for his body and managed to overhear Hannah’s response.

“I guess I did have a bit too much tonight.

I’m okay, really.

Don’t worry about me.

”

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“How can I not worry when you’re like this?” Lydia’s worry was evident in her voice as she glanced back, half-tempted to confront Tyshawn.

Hannah’s voice was weak as she lifted her hand to rub her forehead.

“You don’t have to worry about me.

I just need some rest.

Why don’t you go and keep your husband company? I’ll stay here and maybe grab some drinks to help settle my stomach.

”

Lydia hesitated for a moment.

“Alright.

I’ll replace Bryson and have him come sit with you.

”

This time, Hannah didn’t object.

She simply smiled and remained silent.

Meanwhile, Tyshawn strained to listen in, catching Lydia’s words as she prepared to leave.

“I’ll head out then.

Call me if you need anything.

”

“Okay, I’m fine.

Go ahead.

”

Soon after, the sound of Lydia’s heels echoed softly

as she walked away.

Tyshawn looked up once Lydia was out of sight.

He didn’t immediately seek out Hannah.

Instead, he sat back and waited.

He waited until the sounds around him ceased before he ventured towards the front.

Even in the dim light, he could see an unusual blush on Hannah’s cheeks.

She was slumped against the sofa, her head drooping slightly as she held a glass of juice, looking rather frail and uneasy.

“Miss Moore?” Tyshawn called out tentatively.

Hannah looked up hazily, her eyes barely focusing.

She tilted her head as she regarded him, her expression one of unfamiliarity.

This vulnerable side of her seemed to charm Tyshawn.

He swallowed hard and leaned in closer.

“Miss Moore, you don’t look well.

Would you like me to help you get some rest?”

Hannah appeared to ponder his question.

Her reactions were sluggish.

She nodded, then shook her head, leaning heavily to one side.

Tyshawn’s lips were dry, and he glanced at her pale skin.

The drug Melina had provided was evidently effective.

He reached down, took Hannah’s arm, and helped her up.

Her body felt limp in his grasp, her warmth intoxicating as he tightened his hold.

Walking toward the banquet hall’s resting room, Tyshawn felt a secret thrill, He was glad he hadn’t heeded Melina’s advice to replace someone else for the evening.

The thought of anyone else with Hannah made him feel like he was missing out.