Once they were on the ne, Hannah found her seat next to Bryson’s.


    As she moved to sit, Melina leaned in to whisper.


    “Could I switch seats with you, Miss Moore?” Smiling subtly, Melina exined, “I’d like to talk business with Bryson during the flight.


    Would you mind taking my seat?”


    Before Hannah could even nod, Bryson shot down the proposal.


    “I’d rather not talk business while flying,” he said.


    With his back against the seat, he nced coldly at Melina.


    “No need to switch seats.


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    Melina’s face registered a mix of hurt and confusion.


    She turned to Bryson.


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    “I understand you don’t want to discuss work, but this is vital for our uing ventures.


    ”


    Shifting his gaze to Hannah, Bryson lifted his hand to his forehead and softly instructed, “Come sit by me.


    ”


    He then told Melina, “We can talk this out when we’re back in Valmere.


    ”


    Melina’s face tightened, but she managed a small smile.


    “Very well.


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    The flight was scheduled tost seven hours, with an expected midnight Landing.


    Not long after takeoff, a sense of drowsiness overcame Hannah.


    As the overhead announcements yed, she closed her eyes and slipped into sleep.


    In her half-awake state, she faintly heard murmuring beside her, followed by a feeling of warmth, as she sank deeper into sleep.


    When her eyes flickered open again, the cabin was dimly lit.


    She noticed a nket over her legs, and next to her, Bryson appeared to be snoozing, his back against the seat.


    Carefully, Hannah lifted the nket from her legs and began to dr@pe it over Bryson.


    However, he stirred, opening his eyes.


    The closeness was palpable.


    His warm breath grazed Hannah’s cheek, causing her to instinctively loosen her hold.


    In a swift move, Bryson grabbed her wrist.


    His newly-awakened voice tinged with a raspy undertone, Bryson wore a gentle smile.


    “Be careful,” he whispered.


    Feeling the warmth from where Bryson had grasped her wrist, Hannah delicately tried to pull away.


    “I’m okay,” she whispered back.