"Yes, my dear cousin." Hermione looked up at Bryson with a calm expression.
A clear stubbornness could be seen in her eyes.
A person who was used to being gentle was so quiet even when resisting.
Bryson originally wanted to scold Hermione, but he suddenly couldn't bear to do so. He raised his lips. "Okay, cousin then."
He raised his hand and pulled Hermione into his arms.
Hermione was caught off guard and fell into Bryson's arms. She smelled the pleasant scent of a man mixed with the smell of smoke and the strange sweetness.
It was from Vivian.
Hermione felt disgusted and shook her shoulders while wanting to pull her out of Bryson's arms.
Bryson wrapped his arms around Hermione with dominance. His tone sounded polite but distant as he said to Erick, "Thank you for sending her back.
