Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 342

Chapter 342:

The nurse looked at her with surprise, then reassured her, “Don’t worry, it’s normal to have a fever after an injury and significant blood loss.”

Eileen didn’t fully understand. She was worried that the fever might make Bryan’s condition worse and was also concerned about how uncomfortable he must feel with the fever. Even if he remained unconscious, he could still be experiencing a lot of pain.

After the nurse left, Eileen couldn’t bring herself to sleep. She vigilantly checked to see if Bryan’s fever was decreasing. By early morning, the sky began to lighten, and she realized she had stayed awake the entire night. Her eyes were sore, but she didn’t feel overly tired.

Her main concern was that Bryan hadn’t awakened at all.

She called the nurse again, who conducted another examination.

“He’s just exhausted and needs more sleep. You should use this time to freshen up and eat something. When he awakens, you’ll need the energy to look after him.”

The nurse could see her exhaustion and concern.

Eileen thanked the nurse and saw her out.

Despite not eating much the previous day due to issues with Stella and skipping dinner, she didn’t feel hungry.

Resting her chin on her hand, she leaned over the bed, gazing at Bryan’s profile.

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Truth be told, no matter how attractive someone was, bandages could diminish their appearance. They even made Bryan look a bit less handsome.

As morning arrived, sunlight filled the room, and a breeze gently fluttered through the window, dispersing the smell of disinfectant. The breeze caused Bryan’s long eyelashes to flutter slightly. His eyebrows furrowed unconsciously, and in the next moment, he opened his eyes.

“Bryan?” Eileen quickly stood, poured a glass of warm water, and inserted a straw into it. “You had a fever last night, and the doctor said you’d likely have a dry throat when you woke up. Drinking some water should help.” She positioned the straw at his lips. He shifted slightly, his lips parting to take the straw.

The contours of his jawline were striking, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he drank. Even with half his face covered, the visible portion was still quite appealing.

Eileen found herself momentarily distracted. It wasn’t until she heard the soft slurping sound that she realized he had finished the water.

She refilled the glass, and he drank it down in less than ten seconds.

He cleared his throat and said, his voice raspy, “You didn’t leave?”

“Where would I go?” Eileen set down the glass and had just sat back down when he lifted his arm, his hand cradling her cheek. His fingertips tenderly traced her eyebrows, nose, and lips.

“Who are you?” Bryan suddenly parted his lips, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he asked the question.

Eileen was startled. Her clear eyes blinked a few times. Was he pretending to have amnesia? “Who do you think I am?”

“You tell me. Who

of my future child,” Bryan answered

already had one. However, Eileen chose to remain silent about

question. Who are you?”

he still pretending? Did the concussion affect his thinking? He kept

eyebrows lifted slightly, and she

accidentally pulled at his wound, wincing

alarmed. “I can be anyone; please

squeezed his eyes shut in pain, sweat dripping from his forehead. He struggled to grasp her chin, but despite his trembling fingers,

me, who are

hand and said sharply, “I am your mother! Are you happy

couldn’t suppress a laugh, though it

Dawson. If you get it

he woke up, he wouldn’t cry out in pain or

hand, and said, “Okay, I’m Mrs. Dawson now. Let me ask you—are you hungry? Would you like something to

but I’ll eat something. You should have some

his mind, heart, and words focused entirely on

should eat. Your body needs to heal, and for that, it needs nutrients.” Eileen looked down at their intertwined

to call Dalores and asked her to bring breakfast from Nero’s. The place was only a

need at least enough strength

had been by his side, watching over him all night, yet he

nutritiously during each meal to recover his strength and vitality. If he needed to sleep when

Bryan was lost in thought, a warm, soft sensation brushed against his lips.

lipstick, which he inhaled deeply, feeling unsatisfied

better first, and everything else can wait until you’re out of the woods,” Eileen said

cheeks flushed as the sunlight streaming through the window

and once he found out about Gabriela back home, he would obsessively watch over her, disrupting his

glanced at the hospital bed, which was not nearly as cozy as their double bed at home. He pondered if it

mentioned that once your role at Freguson Group was secure, you wanted to discuss something with me.

tell you once you’re discharged, so make sure you take good care of yourself. I’ll only tell

Bryan said, shifting

to hug

beside him, resting her head on his chest, attuned to his slightly labored breathing. She kissed his chin and said, “The doctor mentioned that the anesthesia from your head

eyes half-closed, refused. “No need. I can handle

is the pain being too severe,” Eileen explained. “As for work, let

said, “Holding you, I feel no pain. If you kiss me every five minutes, it will

at a loss for

didn’t understand his aversion to painkillers, but she

to give him some medication with his anti-inflammatory

expected to arrive