Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 237

Chapter 237:

Eileen’s face brightened upon reading further. Without further ado, she scampered downstairs, not bothering to dry her hair. Perhaps anticipating her arrival, Bryan had left the door slightly ajar.

Pushing the door open, Eileen was greeted by the tantalizing aroma of spaghetti. “Come over and wash your hands,” Bryan called out. The air carried a delicate scent of cherry blossoms lingering from Eileen’s recent shower.

Bryan looked up and saw that Eileen’s hair was still damp. Moreover, her natural beauty shone through without a trace of makeup. Her eyes held a captivating allure.

“How did you know I’m hungry?” Eileen asked as she settled into her seat to eat.

Bryan walked to stand behind her and gently dried her long hair with a towel. He replied, “You didn’t eat much at lunch, and I figured you didn’t have a hearty meal upstairs, either. I just knew you’d be hungry working this late.”

Despite her slender frame, Eileen’s appetite was always great. She made it a point to have three meals a day. Since Eileen had come downstairs in a hurry, she had forgotten to bring a hair tie. So, Bryan improvised, twirling a strand of her hair around twice to keep it in place for the time being.

It wasn’t until Eileen had finished her food that she noticed the neatly tied knot of her hair. Running her fingers over it, she was taken aback. “Have you ever practiced tying a woman’s hair before? Did you pick up this skill for someone else?” she asked Bryan.

to come across a tutorial online and learned it. Figured it might come in handy someday,” Bryan replied meaningfully.

came to Eileen’s mind. Leaning closer, she whispered, “Do you want

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for daughters over sons.”

case, don’t we have a daughter? Let’s not use condoms from now on.” Bryan gazed

the box were various types of condoms Bryan had prepared. Eileen was taken aback for a second and

bags sprawled across the table. Meeting her gaze, he asked, “Which one do you like? Take your pick.” It was clear he was turning down her suggestion to have a child. Was he ready for parenthood,

asked, “What did my grandmother say?” Noticing Eileen’s expression, he sensed that

much. I merely mentioned the idea of a child

related to his chances of becoming the Dawson family’s heir, she wouldn’t risk bringing

her, he said, “Take your pick. Let’s

into the box, Bryan carried them

taking advantage of me, aren’t you? I came here to eat, not to do

colors. Without lifting his gaze, Bryan responded, “Do you honestly think the two rounds in the morning would compensate for the five days I’ve spent yearning for

the drawer before finally turning to face her, enveloping her in a tight embrace