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.

he bent closer to the baby.

unusually soft for a man known for his

the mood to indulge Josue’s excitement. His brows furrowed as he

there to brag about?” Bryan muttered, his

shot back without missing a beat. His grin widened, his eyes never leaving the baby.

hit

narrowing as

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

a moment, Bryan’s hardened demeanor softened, his cold, calculating eyes flickering with something

Something tender.

Something he didn’t understand.

to play with the baby, but she kept her

further instructions,”

push the carriage. Bryan also stood, hands in his pockets, ready to leave, when the nurse called out once more, “Aren’t you

bags of baby supplies Eileen

hand on

“You carry the

hands into his pockets and began walking

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

bags and following Bryan closely, his eyes darting between the baby and Bryan, as if worried Bryan might run

the faint beeping of distant medical equipment. The two men kept their eyes fixed on the baby in the carriage, watching her

peaceful — neither crying nor making a sound — for a

gaze softened as he observed her. At some point, she had managed to grab his finger again, holding it tightly with

himself. “Alright, that’s enough. I’ve booked a hotel for you. You

on your own here?” Bryan asked, a hint of reluctance in his

he remembered something. “Oh

out to

her voice erupted through the phone, loud

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

with fear. He returned to the

from

remained silent for a few seconds

the baby’s family. Once the

reluctant. As he walked away, an odd sense

called after him, adopting a hands-off approach. Then, sensing something was wrong, he asked, “Hey, wait a minute. Why did you come here

at the small hands reaching up

work on your own,”

newborns crying, the distant

against the sterile floors. The image of the tiny baby

lit it, standing near a

his yearning for Eileen surged like wild weeds in his

resist any longer, he pulled out his phone

the phone to his ear, waiting, but there

She didn’t pick up.

she hadn’t changed her

the only possible explanation was that she was deliberately

he was about to put his phone away when rapid footsteps

steps grew louder,

to give birth this

angry, just a bit anxious,” came

Bryan froze.

extinguished his cigarette and stepped