Chapter 85
Chapter 85:
“Thank you, Miss Warren,” Eileen said.
Eileen was familiar with the behavior that aimed to flaunt her close ties to the Dawson family and her elevated social standing.
She lowered her head and focused on the food in her bowl, consuming only what was directly in front of her. She finished before anyone else, putting down her fork and quietly waiting for the meal to end.
During the meal, Vivian engaged in conversation with Stella, predominantly reminiscing about her past experiences with Bryan, highlighting amusing incidents from her numerous visits to the Dawson Mansion.
Stella remained aloof throughout the conversation, occasionally replying with brief remarks.
As Vivian noticed Stella’s waning interest, she grew quiet.
Bryan was the one who broke the awkward silence by standing up and serving Vivian some fish. Additionally, he moved a dish with a lighter flavor from in front of himself to Vivian.
“If memory serves me right, you’re fond of this dish. Better eat it quickly before it cools down,” Bryan said.
Eileen, with downcast eyes, felt a pang in her heart, her lips tightening as she observed him return to his seat, his graceful hand reaching for a napkin to dab his mouth.
His effortless movements exuded a relaxed charm, his gaze warmly fixed on Vivian.
“Okay,” Vivian said with a smile, her eyes sparkling with delight.
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Stella shot a glance at Bryan, her expression darkening.
Bryan continued as if he hadn’t noticed, seamlessly picking up the conversation where Vivian had left off.
His captivating voice filled the dining room, drawing Vivian into a lively discussion, their laughter echoing through the room.
For Eileen, the scene was painful to witness.
“Frill,” Stella said, setting down her fork and walking over to Bryan. She gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Memories are precious, especially those that can never be recreated. If you two don’t take the time to reminisce, you might forget them entirely,” she said.
Then, she turned to Eileen, “Eileen, let’s not interrupt their trip down memory lane. Come with me.”
Without even glancing at Bryan, Eileen rose and followed Stella, leaving behind a heavy silence that seemed to amplify the sound of her own heartbeat.
Stella guided Eileen to the elevator, ascending to the glass greenhouse on the top floor, where rainwater cascaded down the windows.
Inside, vibrant lights illuminated the blooming flowers, casting a surreal beauty.
“Pass me the watering can,” Stella said, pointing at the long-spouted container in the corner.
Eileen hurried over, presenting it to Stella with both hands.
As Stella meticulously watered the flowers, she asked, “How long have you been working with Bryan?”
“More than three years,” Eileen replied.
“What’s your impression of him?” Stella asked as she led the way watering the plants.
followed Stella with slow steps, caught off guard by the abrupt and
hesitated before replying, “Mr. Dawson is a
competent—I trained him myself. I’m asking about your personal opinion of him as
eyes reflected Stella’s image as she stood
even qualified to
you think he
aside the watering can and settled into a vine chair, fixing Eileen with a
raindrops against the glass reverberated loudly, matching the turmoil
place to comment on Mr. Dawson’s
disapprovingly. “You’re too timid,”
remained silent, offering a
of flowers, and the temperature difference caused the
chair. “It’s late; you should rest. Have Bryan arrange a room
Stella back to her room before texting
felt it inappropriate to search the
has asked you to arrange
Bryan’s response was prompt.
“Come to the garage.”
living
rumble of thunder and rain outside. Through the car window, the glow of the phone
her brow, Eileen approached the car door
with his legs crossed, his demeanor relaxed as he glanced toward
Eileen began to climb in, Bryan swiftly pulled her
Eileen braced herself against the seat behind him, noticing its warmth indicating he had been there for some
plan for me to spend the
lips parting slightly as
take you to the guest room
his
Stella?” she asked, meeting his sharp
a button, and the garage door locked with
amusing; she couldn’t shake the thought of
he was here
were in turmoil, but Bryan
kisses while
was heating up quickly as
was her first in the Dawson Mansion, adding an extra layer of uneasiness, the
on the chest that she cried out, snapping back
both into the depths of
longer masking it, Eileen’s moans resonated clearly in the car,
seat, spent, while Bryan helped
her fair cheek was
not for the black card Bryan suddenly produced, she might have mistaken his tenderness
quivered slightly as she accepted the
Eileen felt Bryan’s gaze intensify, his voice
money, which
torn between her heart’s inclination
answer was,
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