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.

joy, his grin wide as he bent closer to the baby. His eyes filled

cooed, his voice unusually soft for a man known for his boisterous

to indulge Josue’s excitement. His brows furrowed

to brag about?”

back without missing a beat. His grin widened, his eyes never

jab hit its

tightened, his eyes narrowing

But he said nothing.

the baby once more, his eyes tracing the delicate curves of her face. Her little cheeks puffed up

moment, Bryan’s hardened demeanor softened, his cold, calculating eyes

Something tender.

Something he didn’t understand.

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

and wait for further instructions,”

push the carriage. Bryan also stood, hands in his pockets, ready to leave, when the nurse called

only then that Bryan and Josue noticed the two large bags of baby supplies Eileen had packed

on the carriage.

declined. “You

hands into his pockets and began

called urgently. “Fine, you push the baby carriage. I’ll handle the bags.

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

two men kept their eyes fixed on

neither crying nor making

as he observed her. At some point, she had managed to grab his

to contain himself. “Alright, that’s enough. I’ve booked

everything on your own here?” Bryan asked,

as he remembered something. “Oh no!

out to make the

Eileen’s delivery, her voice erupted through the phone, loud enough

I have to rush to the hospital?

up abruptly, leaving Josue trembling with fear. He returned to the ward,

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

silent for a few seconds before gently pulling his

baby’s family. Once the mother returned and the

his movements slow, almost reluctant. As he walked away, an odd sense of emptiness settled in

few days, I’ll spend time with my goddaughter while you handle the company’s affairs!” Josue called after him, adopting a hands-off approach. Then, sensing something was wrong, he

glancing briefly at the

can handle the work on your own,” Bryan said flatly before continuing

sounds of newborns crying,

against the sterile floors. The image of the

lit it, standing near a trash can. He took long, slow drags, each exhale releasing a

tense, and his yearning for Eileen surged like wild weeds in

longer, he pulled out

the phone to his ear,

She didn’t pick up.

hadn’t changed her number. He had checked before

explanation was that she

chest, and he was about to put his

hurried rhythm of the steps grew louder, and Bryan’s eyes flicked toward

don’t be upset. I didn’t expect her to give birth this early. It’s my fault,” Rylie said, her tone laced

bit anxious,” came a

Bryan froze.

his cigarette and stepped