The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never
Chapter 1789

Stevenson promised.

Hannah smiled and said, “Thank you, Officer Stevenson.

”

After lying quietly in the room for a while, she heard footsteps outside.

When the door opened, Hannah sat up.

Bryson quickly walked up to Hannah with a plate in his hand.

As he approached, the aroma of the meal wafted toward her.

“It smells so good,” Hannah said, inhaling the fragrance.

“I’m really hungry.

”

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Bryson placed the plate on the table, scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and held it to Hannah’s lips.

“Have a taste.

”

Hannah fumbled forward, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

She reached out for the spoon and said, “I can do it myself.

”

“You can’t see right now.

Let me help you.

Open your mouth,” Bryson said firmly.

When the warm spoon touched her lips, Hannah couldn’t help but open her mouth and take a sip.

The shrimp soup was fresh and tasty, with a hint of tofu.

It was perfectly cooked, with a mellow and smooth taste.

Bryson scooped up another spoonful and held it to her lips.

“Try this again.

”

Hannah took a sip, and the soup slid down her throat.

A strong taste of tomato filled her mouth, instantly fueling her appetite.

“It’s really good.

It seems Mr.

Mitchell put a lot of effort into it,”

Hannah praised.

“I think today’s soup tastes better than what’s served in the top-notch restaurants.

”

Bryson smiled slightly and offered Hannah another bite.

“You’ve only praised me once in all these days.

”

Hannah raised her eyebrows slightly and retorted, “You cooked the meal and fed it to me.

Of course, I have to say something nice to coax you, Mr.

Mitchell.

”

“Sure.

” Bryson fed her another spoonful.

“Okay, wrap it up and hit the sack early tonight.

Professor Campbell’s dropping by tomorrow, so don’t stay up too late.

”

“Got it.

”

After dinner, Bryson carried the plate towards the door.

Just as he was about to switch off the light, he paused, glancing back at Hannah.

“Would you Like me to turn off the light or leave it on?”

“It doesn’t matter whether you turn it off or not.

I can’t see it anyway,” replied Hannah, her gaze directed towards the sound of Bryson’s voice.

“But you can turn it off.

I’m hitting the hay early.

”

“Alright.

” Bryson flicked off the light with a quick motion of his hand.

He lingered at the door, gazing into the darkness where Hannah was, before finally pivoting and leaving.

Seated on the bed, Hannah sensed the door inching shut.