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Chapter 60

Chapter 60:

Bryan’s hand gripped the doorknob. His eyes briefly betrayed irritation before he entered, maintaining his composure.

Drawing back his chair, the scrape against the floor was stark, but Bryan remained unperturbed, pouring a drink for Harlan.

“‘Shall we continue, Mr. Clarkson?” he said.

Putting away his phone, Harlan offered Eileen an amiable grin before resuming his conversation with Bryan.

Despite the age gap between them, Harlan and Bryan conversed with the ease of peers, their rapport brotherly and their exchange smooth.

Vivian’s voice was barely audible. “‘Shame on you!” she said as she settled back into her place.

The words reached only Eileen, who cast a brief glance towards Vivian but quickly refocused, realizing Harlan’s son had accepted her friend request.

Eileen’s mind blanked on his name, labeling him simply as “Clarkson” in her phone.

She introduced herself, but the boy didn’t reply. Eileen waited, but as the meal concluded, her message remained unanswered, casting doubt on the efficacy of Harlan’s hopes.

During the golf game, Harlan kept checking in with Eileen about the situation, but Eileen could only shake her head.

The day was unkind to Harlan. Bryan bested him repeatedly in golf. At day’s end, Harlan’s spirits had clearly sunk.

Afterward, Harlan bid farewell to them, and they all settled into their own cars.

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Belt secured, Eileen glanced back at Bryan. “Mr. Dawson, would you prefer returning to the office or should I drop you off at home?”

“No need to return to the office.” Bryan reclined in his seat, seeking solace in a moment of quiet. “But take her home first,” he said.

Eileen understood he meant Vivian.

“‘Go to Waterfront Villas. I’ve moved out of my family’s house,” Vivian instructed without a hint of emotion.

“Okay,” Eileen replied. The navigation system guided them to Vivian’s destination. Eileen watched as Vivian exited the vehicle at Waterfront Villas. Then, she started the car again.

While driving, Eileen recalled the recent news about Vivian. “It seems Miss Warren’s troubles might be linked to Jonathan. At the hospital last night, I crossed paths with him in her ward,” she said.

Bryan remained silent, seemingly asleep, his calm face reflected in the mirror.

With no instruction from Bryan, Eileen took the initiative and headed straight for Springvale Lane.

Her intuition about the destination seemed to align with Bryan’s unspoken thoughts, and it appeared to please him. Arriving home, they slipped off their shoes in unison and stepped inside together.

A brief, awkward air settled between them. As Eileen rolled up her sleeves, she asked, “What are you in the mood for dinner?”

over the sofa, was loosening his

declaring,

full of food containers.

your favorite,” she

to you, I can

walked into the house. Then, he nudged Bailee, who was standing still, and urged, “Move!

them suddenly froze as if they saw a ghost. Eileen quickly shut the door, the click echoing slightly

were standing at the entrance of the dining room, looking at Bryan with shock. Bryan was

clear the silence, Eileen retrieved Bryan’s coat from the sofa. “Bryan, thank you for dropping by. Since we’ve finished our talk, you can leave now,”

fridge’s light played across Bryan’s features, doing little to mask the stormy look that settled there. His gaze

coat towards

web surrounding Eileen, found

coat, the scent of his recent indulgences briefly overwhelming

Bryan yet addressing Eileen. “I’m ready, and since Mr. Dawson’s

momentarily

mock Bryan a bit. With a mischievous

picky. Your invitation is too generous to pass up.

was one of bemused

Bryan’s presence promised a rather strained

would actually join

Bryan settled at the table, arranging his coat over the adjacent chair. “What’s the holdup?

by the chair next

quickly claimed

down with Bailee, and Bailee arranged the

toward Bryan. It was then that Huey said, “Mr. Dawson, care

of concern and reprimand. “You should remember

was not convinced. The scent of alcohol on Bryan led him to suspect

his chances to outdrink a slightly inebriated Bryan, potentially showing Bryan the door thereafter, trying to teach

a quick drink. Don’t worry,” Huey

he inquired, “Your thoughts,

to Huey,

bottle of red wine from the cabinet, and began to

Huey exchanged looks

and nonchalantly said, “No need to be shocked.

Eileen kicked Bryan’s foot as a warning. “Time to eat before the food gets cold,” she said, wearing

Huey and Bryan, she got juice for herself and

touched his food, frequently clinking glasses with him. But it wasn’t long before Huey

down, then topped up her glass with

me and drink with Mr. Dawson,”

keen on Bailee drinking. It was clear to her that Huey’s plan to inebriate Bryan

room light highlighted Bryan’s face, his

eyes as he caught Eileen’s

understood that Bryan let Huey get