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Chapter 232

Chapter 232:

Bryan’s handsome visage retained a hint of anger, mingled with a myriad of complex emotions. The room was bathed in a crimson hue, cast by the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Even before Eileen stepped inside, her silhouette was tinged with red. As she moved forward, every feature of her face and attire was accentuated by the crimson ambiance.

The room’s decor was all red, with everything draped in shades of red, save for the lone white wall adorned with vintage posters featuring plump children from the ’80s. “Where did Stella get all these posters?” Eileen muttered, her mind drifting back to her childhood. She vaguely remembered seeing similar posters in her house when she was still a child, but they seemed to have disappeared as she grew older.

As Bryan entered the room, he wasted no time in opening the window, the wind dispersing the colorful balloon decorations that adorned the ceiling. A string that once held the balloons aloft now dangled between Bryan and Eileen. For a moment, they stood in silence, both taken aback by the absurdity of the scene.

Bryan, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the extravagant decor, began putting away everything, though he couldn’t be bothered to change the bedding. Eileen followed suit, stealing glances at Bryan’s chiseled profile as they worked. She felt the urge to speak several times but found herself at a loss for words. His somber mood lingered, and Eileen sensed his sadness, deciding against probing further out of respect for his feelings. Eventually, Bryan guided her into bed, wrapping his arms around her.

She nestled against him, inhaling the comforting scent of pine and a hint of smoke that clung to his skin. Suddenly, Bryan remembered something and shifted to the bedside, bringing her along. Pointing to the nearby cabinet, he said, “My grandmother said she had prepared a surprise here; I think it’s for you.”

the bed. Bryan’s smile widened as he retrieved a small jewelry box amidst the condoms from the drawer, placing it gently on Eileen’s chest. “This is for you,” he said, his eyes warm

with astonishment. As far as she knew, even the most affordable pieces from that brand cost hundreds of thousands. Bryan, however, remained unfazed. “Just accept it. After all, you’re the person who’s going

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eyes, Eileen snatched the box of condoms from his hand and tossed

touching. His gaze softened, the darkness that had clouded his eyes dissipating. “Bryan, let

with a solemn expression. “My mom left my dad because she couldn’t bear his poverty

to an incurable illness, exhausting their savings on futile treatments. Left in dire straits, Eileen’s mother had struggled to provide for the family. Roderick, Eileen’s younger brother, had never had the chance to attend a

my life,” Eileen said. As she nestled into Bryan’s embrace, he tenderly caressed her waist, the silent reassurance of his touch filling her heart

subtle invitation for Bryan to share his own. But as moments stretched into silence, Bryan remained reticent. Eileen continued, “They lit up the first half of my

of her early years and sending her to college. Yet, her illness had plunged

of light gradually brightening his calm eyes. With a gentle squeeze, he affirmed his commitment to her, recognizing the resilience she

her life was tragically cut short