Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 244 Chapter 244: Lydia set her fork down and stood up. "How can you abandon your own son for a woman who isn't even related to us by blood? Bryan is your grandson, while Brandon is your son. It seems you're losing sight of whom you should really care about." "The one who's lost sight is Brandon, utterly misguided. I may be old, but my judgment is sharp. I see everything very clearly. Lydia, if you act properly, you can stay as part of the Dawson family. Otherwise, you might as well pack your bags and leave," Stella replied, her expression serious.

"Alright. I'll go. I'll stay out of your issues with your son," Lydia turned and departed.

With Brandon and Lydia gone, the tension in the dining room lightened. Stella sighed deeply, her energy seemingly drained as she leaned back in her chair and glanced at Bryan. "Do you have a say in your marriage?" she asked.

Bryan replied, "Eileen and I were already considering marriage upon our return to Onaland. Thanks for caring about us, Grandma." "That's reassuring," Stella nodded, pleased. Then she inquired, "When are you planning to have children?" "We need more time," Bryan responded promptly. "There's no need to rush us. I've got everything under control." His words angered Stella. She retorted, "What control do you think you have? Having a child will solve your problem. Why must you be so stubborn?" Bryan's voice grew resolute. "Having a child isn't a fix to my problem." "But I don't have much tleft! I'm worried that when I die and meet your grandfather, I won't know how to face him. I know you don't prioritize our family, but if you let family matters fall under your father's control, I'll becthe Dawson family's sinner." Fresh uploads now at galStella was emotional, her eyes brimming with tears. Eileen remained silent throughout their exchange, still unfamiliar with the intricacies of the Dawson family. The importance of having a child was the only clear thing.

"I'll do everything I can to protect our family, but I won't let them take risks for me," Bryan said. He was referring to Eileen and their future child. He moved, pulling Eileen to stand up with him. His voice carried a hint of guilt. "Take care of yourself, Grandma." With those words, he left with Eileen.

Eileen's emotions were tumultuous. Before they left the dining room, she glanced back at Stella. Tears streamed down Stella's wrinkled cheeks, her cloudy eyes unable to hold them back. Eileen hadn't imagined that an elderly person in her twilight years would still bear such burdens for the younger generations.

On the drive home, Bryan sped through the streets in silence, the atmosphere in the car tense. When they arrived at the base of their apartment building, Eileen and Bryan stepped out of the car. As soon as they entered the elevator, Bryan pulled Eileen into a tight embrace. He held her so closely that it felt like he was trying to merge her into his body.

Eileen wrapped her arms around his waist. "I caused the incident today. If it happens again, I'll endure it. Let's try not to let things escalate to this point and make your grandmother worry in the future." "How could I stand by while you suffer?" Bryan couldn't bear that thought. Anyone who mistreated Eileen was his enemy in his eyes. As the elevator doors opened, Eileen let go of Bryan, her eyes filled with concern. "You head back first. I need to go upstairs to check on Bailee, okay?" Raymond had mentioned that Bailee's leg injury was severe, and the doctor recommended she rest for a week. Eileen was concerned about Bailee. Bryan nodded, kissing Eileen's forehead gently, his smile strained yet reassuring. "Go ahead." He stepped out of the elevator, and the doors closed slowly. His silhouette, bathed in moonlight, looked lonely. Watching him, Eileen felt a tight grip on her heart, the pain almost too much to bear.

Standing outside Bailee's door, she paused to steady herself before entering. It was late, and Ruby had already gone to bed. Soft light spilled from Bailee's room. Inside, Eileen saw Bailee, her calf bandaged, hopping on one foot to get around.

"I'll do it for you." Eileen took Bailee's water glass, went to the kitchen to fill it with warm water, and then returned.

"Eileen, why did you cover so late? My leg is fine. What about you two? The situation with the Dawson family is all over the news," Bailee said.

Bailee had wanted to message Eileen multiple times but had stopped herself, worried about disturbing her. Eileen forced a smile and said, "We'll sort out our issues. Just focus on getting better over the next few days; leave the rest to me." "Eileen, this is all my fault. I didn't know that the Harrison family had such ties to Benita and is also connected to the Dawson family." Bailee was overwhelmed with remorse.

In the room, Bailee and Eileen spoke in hushed tones, careful not to disturb Ruby. Bailee looked like she might cry, so Eileen handed her a tissue. "It's not your fault; it's mine. When the Harrison family agreed to meet a new tutor, they were touched by your sincerity and considered changing. But once they found out the tutor was me, they changed their minds," Eileen said.

Eileen had given it a lot of thought and believed the Harrison family couldn't have set her up before she even arrived in Onaland. She continued, “We can figure out our next steps with Bryan. Just take care of your mom and yourself for now. If anything comes up, call me. It's late, and you should get srest." Eileen stood up, poured another cup of warm water for Bailee, and then left. Instead of returning to the apartment across, she took the elevator down to Bryan's place. Bryan's place was dim, lit only by the light at the entrance, and the bedroom door was slightly open.

Eileen removed her shoes and walked toward the bedroom, immediately hit by a strong smell of smoke. The bedroom was dark, but she could make out Bryan's tall figure by the window, smoke swirling around him as the half-open window allowed the night air to enter. Bryan was holding a cigarette, its tip glowing, an ashtray beside him filled to the brim.

As he heard the door, he put out the cigarette and turned on the light. Seeing the ashtray full of cigarette butts made Eileen frown. But she said nothing. She walked over to Bryan, opened the window fully, and embraced him, resting her chin on his chest. “Take a shower, and let's get ssleep, okay?" she said.

From within his embrace, Eileen's voice was soft, easing Bryan's tension. "Okay,” he replied. Eileen looked up into his eyes, her gaze clear and earnest, her ears reddening slightly.

"How about we shower together?" she said. Bryan's eyes flickered, his breath catching slightly. "Are you sure? It's quite late now." Considering everything Eileen had been through with the Harrison family and the demands of tomorrow, he was hesitant to exhaust her further.

But Eileen nodded sincerely. “Okay, I'm not tired." She was unsure how to alleviate Bryan's somber mood, her focus solely on helping him shift away from his frustrations. His anger was primarily aimed at his father, Brandon, but she didn't know the specifics of their father-son conflict.

Eileen refrained from asking questions that might reopen old wounds for Bryan, not wanting to force him to recall painful memories. She knew that if he ever felt ready, he would share those details with her.

"Alright, let's shower together." Bryan's voice was rough as he lifted Eileen and carried her toward the bathroom. Eileen wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Seeing Eileen like this seemed to really help Bryan push his negative thoughts away. This even stirred a relentless desire within him.

The soft bathroom light bathed them both, and warm water trickled down their bodies. Soon, Bryan had left a trail of marks on Eileen's skin. Yet, he managed to hold onto ssemblance of control, turning off the water just in time, planning to carry her back to the bedroom.

Suddenly, Eileen suggested, "Can we do it without protection? Maybe we could consider_" "No way!" Bryan cut her off before she could continue and silenced her with a kiss. He bit her lip gently as a caution, murmuring between kisses, "Don't even think about it." Hearing that, Eileen reluctantly let him carry her back to the bedroom. Her hair, wet like seaweed, quickly soaked the pillow, and the thin blanket beneath them was also dampened with water droplets.

Bryan pulled a handful of condoms from the bedside drawer. His fingers felt slippery as he tried to open one. Frowning, he was about to check the condom when Eileen suddenly wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Eileen..." he growled in a low tone. Eileen, frustrated by the interruption, looked up at him with eyes full of unspoken desires. Caught by her intense gaze, Bryan's urgency surged, and he quickly managed to open the condom. Their night together was intense and passionate.

The next morning, Eileen woke in Bryan's arms to the sound of the alarm clock. Bailee was resting today, but Eileen still needed to visit the Yates family.

Eileen regretted her boldness from the night before, realizing it had made Bryan lose control, resulting in hen legs aching nowe As Bryan tightened his arm around her waist, she said, "I need to get up. I have work to do today.” Bryan's voice was husky as he kissed her hair. "You go freshen up. I'll make breakfast."

Eileen returned the embrace, her lips brushing his chin. "Okay." They started their morning routine anch while Eileen ate breakfast, Bryan went back to the bedroom to tidy up. Several condom wrappers littered the floor. Bending down to pick them up, Bryan caught a strong smell of lubricant. He disposed of the trash, then traced the scent to the bedside drawer and took out a new condom from it. Upon closer inspection, he noticed a tiny pinhole in it, almost imperceptible, and a substantial amount of lubricant had leaked, filling the drawer with its odor.

He examined the rest of the condoms in the drawer and was shocked to find that all of them had been tampered with Eileen enjoying ve the sandwich Bryan had made, walked in and casually said, "Bryan, we should have a boy in the future.

With a husband as wonderful as you, it'd be great to have several kids." Enjoying her breakfast, she felt fortunate to have Bryan in her life. "Do you want children that bad?" Bryan asked, his tone cold.