NovelEnglishConcern etched on her face, Lydia offered, "Hannah, why don't I stay with you tonight? I'm worried about you being up on the third floor by yourself!" "You should stay with Brayden tonight.
It's really justup there; you might get scared," Hannah responded.
"That won't happen!" Lydia, realizing her concern was obvious, coughed awkwardly and added, "As long as you're there, I won't be scared.
Hannah gave a reassuring smile and glanced at Brayden.
"You should stick with Lydia tonight.
Don't let her stay alone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBrayden wrapped his arm around Lydia's shoulder and nodded.
"No worries, I'll look after her.
Just be careful yourself, Miss Moore.
" "Alright.
Dotson, always the protector, chimed in, "Boss, you shouldn't be up there alone.
I can guard your door.
If anyone tries anything, they'll haveto reckon with!" 's BunnyBookery "Dotson, could you tone down the violence? Just look after yourselves and leave Miss Moore to her peace," Maloney interjected, shaking his head.
Grasping the handrail, Hannah glanced downwards and murmured, "Go back.
Letknow if you need anything.
This time, as she began her ascent, she proceeded directly to the third floor, not once glancing back.
Nightfall rendered the third floor even more silent than during the day.
Dim corridor lighting cast shadows, each of Hannah's footsteps eliciting a soft creak from the aged floorboards. Thankfully, Hannah was resolute, otherwise, the atmosphere might have unnerved her.
Moonlight spilled through the corridor windows, casting long shadows.
As Hannah passed the row of paintings, she paused briefly to look at them.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe arched an eyebrow but refrained from touching the artworks.
Instead, she continued on her way and reached her room's door.
She unlocked the door with ease.
Ο Upon opening it, Hannah instantly felt the presence of someone inside.
and Without pausing, she turned and shut the door behind her The content is or behind the of novelenglish.net!
Flicking on the light, she saw Bryson sprawled on the sofa, his eyes shut, feigning sleep. The loud noise of her entrance hadn't stirred him.
Approaching the sofa, Hannah said, "Mr.
Mitchell, enough with the act.
You weren't sleeping, were you?" However, Bryson remained still, his breathing even.
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