Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 315

Chapter 315:

Bryan barely registered what the nurse had said.

In his arms lay a tiny, pinkish newborn who squirmed, stretching her hands above her head.

Her features were simple yet captivating — a small, red mouth and sparse hair clinging to her scalp. Her half-open eyes met his, reflecting an astonished expression that seemed to mirror his own.

Bryan stood frozen, feeling out of place in his tailored suit while holding the newborn. Panic flickered across his face, giving him the appearance of a first-time father.

“Young man, you should grab a baby carriage from the nurse. You wouldn’t want to drop your baby,” advised a woman in her fifties, her tone warm but firm.

Bryan looked up, his frown deepening as he scanned the empty hallway outside the operating room. His lips pressed into a tight line, his gaze lingering on the older woman.

“I’ll help you,” she offered kindly. Rising from her seat, she walked over to the nurse’s station and returned with a baby carriage.

With patient precision, she demonstrated how to place the baby inside. Bryan watched intently, his every movement careful, as if afraid he might break something.

Holding the baby felt like cradling the entire world. His arms ached after mere minutes, but when he placed her gently into the carriage, an odd sense of emptiness settled in his heart.

He sat in a nearby chair, his legs spread protectively around the carriage. Resting his wrist on its edge, his fingers brushed lightly against the baby’s soft, tender face.

At the touch, the baby turned her head and opened her mouth, her tiny lips moving as if searching for something to eat.

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Startled, Bryan pulled his hand back, his eyes locked on her every movement. The baby clumsily tried to stuff her tiny fist into her mouth, only for it to slip away.

Her attempts were persistent but futile. She lacked the coordination to succeed, and Bryan watched, strangely fascinated by her determination.

Eventually, he reached forward and gently pinched her little fist between his fingers, pulling it away from her face to prevent her from chewing on it.

But the baby surprised him. Her tiny fingers wrapped around his index finger with a grip far stronger than he had expected. She clung to him tightly, refusing to let go, even as he tried to free himself.

“Whoa!” Josue’s voice rang out as he returned, his eyes immediately landing on Bryan, who was seated protectively by the baby carriage.

His gaze shifted to the tiny, wrinkled baby inside. Shock and confusion played across his face. Holding a crumpled receipt in one hand, he approached with wide eyes.

“Whose baby did you snatch?” Josue asked, his tone half-joking but filled with disbelief. “Are you trying to one-up me as a godfather by bringing in a whole baby? She’s… uh, not exactly pretty.”

Bryan shot him a sharp look. Josue raised his hands in surrender but continued his teasing.

“Seriously, where are the parents? Did they actually leave you in charge of their baby?” Josue asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Bryan’s gaze remained steady, his eyes cutting through Josue’s playful attitude.

“The mother’s still in the delivery room, and the godfather’s off paying the bills. No one else was here, so they left her with me,” Bryan explained calmly, his tone as unshakable as his presence.

Josue’s eyes widened, his smile vanishing as realization set in. He turned to look at Bryan, then at the baby, his confusion giving way to shock.

“Wait…” Josue’s eyes darted between Bryan and the baby. “What did you just say? Is this… my godchild?”

Without waiting for an answer, he tossed the receipt at Bryan, ignoring where it landed, and rushed to the baby carriage. He nudged Bryan aside, practically pushing him out of the way.

Peering into the carriage, Josue’s face softened with awe.

“So… she’s a girl?” he asked eagerly, his eyes filled with wonder.

“Yes,” Bryan replied, leaning back in his chair, his voice steady but distant.

with joy, his grin wide as he bent closer to

his voice unusually soft for a man

however, wasn’t in the mood to indulge Josue’s excitement. His brows furrowed

your biological daughter. What’s there to brag about?” Bryan muttered, his voice

back without missing a beat. His grin widened, his eyes

jab hit

narrowing as he stared at

But he said nothing.

his eyes tracing the delicate curves of her face. Her little cheeks puffed up as she squirmed, her small hands still clinging tightly to

hardened demeanor softened, his cold, calculating eyes flickering with something

Something tender.

Something he didn’t understand.

carriage, Josue tried to play with the baby, but she kept

further instructions,” a nurse

also stood, hands in his pockets, ready

the two large bags of baby supplies Eileen

his hand on the carriage.

declined. “You

slid both hands into his pockets and

push the baby carriage. I’ll handle the bags. But be careful — a newborn’s head is

back every few seconds while picking up the two bags and following Bryan closely, his eyes darting between the baby and Bryan, as if

equipment. The two men kept their eyes

peaceful — neither crying nor making a sound — for a full

some point, she had managed to grab his finger again, holding it

that’s enough. I’ve booked a

on your own here?” Bryan asked, a hint

as he remembered something. “Oh

dashed out to make the

voice erupted through the phone, loud enough for anyone nearby to

call me first? I just got back, and now I have to rush to the hospital? You’d better be ready to explain yourself when I

fear. He

will be here soon. You should head back. I can manage it from here,” he said to Bryan, his gaze shifting to Bryan’s hand, which

few seconds before gently pulling

part of the baby’s family. Once the mother returned and the

leave now,” Bryan muttered. He stood up, his movements slow, almost reluctant. As he walked away,

a hands-off approach. Then, sensing something was wrong, he asked, “Hey, wait a minute. Why did you come here all of a sudden? Isn’t

the small hands reaching up from the

much time. You can handle the work on your own,”

was filled with the soft sounds of newborns crying, the distant beeping of medical devices, and

against the sterile floors. The image

headed toward the stairwell, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it, standing near a trash can. He took long, slow drags, each

his yearning for Eileen surged like wild weeds in his heart,

any longer, he pulled

the phone to his ear, waiting, but there was

She didn’t pick up.

she hadn’t changed her number.

possible explanation was

and he was about to put his

grew louder,

to give birth this early. It’s my fault,” Rylie said, her

a bit anxious,” came a familiar

Bryan froze.

hurriedly extinguished his cigarette and stepped