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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.

Stella with slow steps, caught off guard by the abrupt

hesitated before replying, “Mr. Dawson is a highly competent

trained him myself. I’m asking about your

reflected Stella’s image as she stood

she even qualified to evaluate Bryan’s

“Do you think he

aside the watering can and settled into a vine chair, fixing Eileen with

reverberated loudly,

to comment on Mr. Dawson’s character,” Eileen replied

frowned disapprovingly. “You’re

silent, offering a smile in

and the temperature difference caused the glass to mist up. Stella gazed at the rain outside,

hour later, Stella rose from her chair. “It’s late; you should rest. Have Bryan arrange a

Stella back

Eileen felt it inappropriate to search the

Dawson has asked you to

Bryan’s response was prompt.

“Come to the garage.”

the deserted living room before making

darkness. The only sound was the rumble of thunder and rain outside. Through the car window, the glow of the phone screen

brow, Eileen approached the car door and

crossed, his demeanor relaxed as he glanced toward her and said,

Bryan swiftly pulled

seat behind him, noticing its warmth indicating he

do you plan for me to spend the night

as he leaned back, his breath brushing

take you to

his unspoken

by Stella?” she asked, meeting

a button, and the garage door locked with a security code. “No

had planned this—Eileen found it amusing; she couldn’t shake the thought of Bryan sharing

he was here

Bryan

with passionate kisses while gradually

inside the car was heating up quickly

time in a car, it was her first in the Dawson Mansion, adding an extra layer of uneasiness, the

chest that she cried out, snapping back to see his frustrated

he said, plunging them both into the depths of

longer masking it, Eileen’s moans resonated clearly in the car, a melodious

the seat, spent, while Bryan helped her dress, delicately tidying

fair cheek was gentle and considerate, softening

produced,

as she accepted the card, offering a smile. “Thank

his voice

which is more tempting

torn between her heart’s inclination towards Bryan the person and her

her answer was, he would likely