Chapter 155: Chapter 155

Chapter 155:

Dressed in a black shirt, Bryan’s very presence seemed to put a chill in the air. Approaching with the intensity of an eagle stalking its prey, Bryan fixed his gaze on Arthur. Watching Arthur’s hand tugging at Eileen’s clothes, Bryan clenched his teeth, the tension visibly etching lines into his jaw. He reached out, grabbed Arthur by the collar, and hauled him away from Eileen.

With a quick jab to Arthur’s nose, blood erupted like a geyser. The pain sent Arthur sprawling, howling in agony, yet Bryan’s fury was far from satisfied. He raised his foot, delivering a punishing blow to Arthur’s stomach.

Eileen, coming back to her senses, felt tears welling in her eyes, warmth trickling down her cheeks. She hastily pulled her T-shirt down, desperately trying to cover herself. She could see the anger in Bryan’s eyes. The muscles in his arms spoke of the power behind his blow.

It seemed Bryan was hell-bent on delivering a crushing blow to Arthur. Eileen’s lips quivered as she whispered, “Bryan, please don’t…” Hearing that, Bryan paused and took a deep breath. Then, with a decisive shove, he sent Arthur hurtling into the swimming pool, the resulting splash painting the water a crimson hue.

Turning on his heel, Bryan grabbed Milford’s coat on the floor and draped it over Eileen’s shoulders. Then, with a firm hold, he scooped her up and made his way toward the exit. Only then did Eileen take notice of the chaos in the corridor. Jacob, Raymond, and several bodyguards bore visible injuries, while Arthur’s entourage lay scattered on the floor. In a corner, Milford lay unconscious.

“Milford…” Eileen instinctively wanted to say something. But Bryan shot her a sharp glance. “Stay quiet and mind your own business!” Silenced, Eileen shrunk in Bryan’s arms.

“You handle the aftermath here,” Bryan instructed his men sharply before stepping into the elevator. Within the confined space, the air was heavy with Bryan’s smoky scent, filling Eileen’s senses. His clenched jaw betrayed his anger.

Eileen knew she had been the one who faced the threat. She couldn’t understand why Bryan was so angry. She found herself uneasy about his demeanor.

Lɑtєѕτ cнαρτєrs ιn g𝒶l𝑛ovєls.𝗰𝒐𝓂 In the car, Bryan secured her seatbelt before taking the wheel and starting the engine. The vehicle shot forward like an arrow. In just twenty minutes, they reached the Pianoforte Villas. As soon as the car halted, Eileen’s first impulse was to protest, “Why did you bring me here? I want to go!” But before she could finish, Bryan had stepped out of the car and shut the door.

The sound of the door closing sent a shiver down Eileen’s spine. When she snapped back to reality, Bryan was already opening her side of the door. He unfastened her seatbelt and, encircling her waist with his arms, lifted her effortlessly from the car.

Hurrying up to his room on the second floor, he settled her in the bathroom and turned on the shower. “Get undressed,” he said, his voice sharp. Eileen furrowed her brow and stammered, “I’ll do that after you leave.”

“Are you shy of me seeing you naked?” Bryan’s challenge came through gritted teeth. “I’ve seen every inch of your body.” His words left Eileen speechless. Still chilled from the pool, her body was now warmed by his touch as he skillfully removed her disheveled clothes. Red marks had marred her skin, remnants of her struggle. Warm water cascaded down, soaking both of them. Bryan’s black shirt was now clinging to his muscular chest and abs. He immediately took off his shirt, the water failing to mask their quickening breaths.

This wasn’t their first time in such a situation, but for Eileen, it was the first time she felt utterly defenseless, facing what was to come without resistance. Bryan’s desire for Eileen, long suppressed, now threatened to overwhelm him. Especially as the memory of Arthur’s assault lingered, Bryan seemed determined to erase every trace of Arthur’s touch on Eileen.

Eileen winced in pain, unable to suppress her tears. Suddenly, Bryan became gentler, kissing away her tears. In a low, raspy voice, he whispered, “Don’t cry.” But Eileen felt even more wronged after hearing that. She clung to him like a koala, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. She could only hear the sound of water and his heavy breathing. As her sobs returned, he silenced her with another kiss.

Not having done this for a year, she had grown somewhat unfamiliar with this, and he took the lead. Effortlessly, he made her overwhelmed, finally releasing the desire that had been simmering within him for so long. Outside, darkness enveloped the world, but soft light filled the room. Bryan stood before the French window, a towel wrapped around his waist, cigarette smoke veiling his angular features.

Glancing at the sleeping woman on the bed, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. Observing the marks on her skin, a surge of heat coursed through him once more. But he restrained himself. She had shed enough tears, initially from a sense of injustice, but later, because of him.

Sitting by the window, Bryan continued to smoke as the phone on the bedside table buzzed and rang incessantly, its sound muted. He noticed it but had no desire to answer. As the morning sun painted the sky in hues of gold, he turned off the room light and climbed into bed, holding Eileen close in his arms. His presence blocked the sunlight for her as she shifted in his embrace, continuing to sleep.

Eileen had fallen asleep without a stitch of clothing. Bryan didn’t have any spare clothes for her. His hand rested on her waist, his calloused fingertips tracing gentle patterns on her soft skin. Eileen stirred awake, memories of the night before flooding her mind, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. Did she have sex with Bryan again?

Bryan was still right beside her, a sensation she hadn’t felt in so long. Trying to inch away, Eileen felt his firm grip pulling her back into his embrace. Beneath the thin quilt, their bodies were pressed closely together. Eileen could feel every subtle movement of Bryan. “Stop moving!” Bryan cautioned, his voice husky and low.

Feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration, Eileen blurted out, “I want to go home!”

“Eileen, haven’t you thought about staying by my side?” Bryan’s warm breath danced across Eileen’s ears and lips as he nuzzled her neck. His words sent her thoughts into a whirlwind. Her body tensed, and he noticed.

With a smirk, he said, “Who would dare to lay a finger on you when you’re by my side, just like before?” Like before? Like she had been selling her body for money?

“Mr. Dawson, I’ll say it again. I don’t need money anymore! I won’t sell myself. We’re both adults. What happened last night… Let’s just forget it. We’ve been intimate before, anyway!” Eileen said.

Her words stung Bryan, and he held her shoulder to make her turn around. He looked at her angry face, slightly red and makeup-free. Why did she have to reduce their relationship to a transaction? A slight smirk tugged at Bryan’s lips as his hand slid to her waist, drawing her closer. “If you don’t want to do that, I’ll sell myself to you then,” he said.

Eileen was bewildered. “What?” Her surprise was short-lived as Bryan rolled on top of her, ready to have sex again. “I’m the one putting in the effort, and you’re the one reaping the rewards. So, you should pay me!” Bryan said firmly.

“But I didn’t enjoy it!” Eileen retorted. However, Bryan had already seized her wrists, holding them above her head. No matter how Eileen argued, her words couldn’t deny the pleasure his touch had brought her.

Three hours later, Bryan sat at the edge of the bed, while Eileen, clad in his black shirt, held a box of ointment. She stood behind him, her legs slightly trembling as she applied ointment to his back. The scratches on his back were her doing, partly out of frustration with him and partly… because she couldn’t contain her affection. There were also bruises from Bryan’s fight with Arthur and his cronies the day before, a grim reminder of the violence.

“Don’t you need to go to the hospital?” Eileen asked, her tone tinged with an edge.

“No, I’ll be fine in a few days,” Bryan replied coldly.

Hearing that, Eileen continued tending to his wounds. With his gaze fixed downward, Bryan noticed her standing barefoot on the carpet, her slender legs shaking. Frowning, he turned around, gently pulled her down to sit, then presented his back once more. His bronzed skin and sturdy back exuded strength.

Eileen dabbed at a couple of scratches with a cotton swab, but he seemed unaffected. “How’s the situation with Arthur now?” she asked.

Bryan raised an eyebrow. “I haven’t had the chance to check.” Since returning yesterday, he had been preoccupied with her. Despite the lack of sleep, he appeared content.

Eileen rolled her eyes behind his back. Just as she was about to ask him something, he reached for the phone on the bedside table and dialed a number. “Mr. Dawson…” Raymond’s voice came through the phone. He reported the situation to Bryan before Bryan could even ask. “Arthur has three broken ribs and is currently hospitalized for recovery. His family is aware of the situation and is pressing for an explanation. I’ve managed to keep it under control for now, but they’re not backing down. Additionally, our project is facing a financial shortfall, and if—”

Before Raymond could finish, Bryan interjected, “What about Milford?”

After a brief pause, Raymond replied, “He’s also in the hospital. No serious injuries, but the doctor recommends two more days for observation. However, he refused to do that and insisted on seeing Eileen. I’m about to let him be discharged from the hospital.”

“Tell him to listen to the doctors. Let him stay at the hospital,” Bryan instructed firmly. Then, he asked, “Is your hand injured?”

Raymond was taken aback by the question, pondering it for a moment. He replied, “Yes, my hand is badly injured. I may not be able to work for several days, and there’s a lot of tasks I won’t be able to handle.”

“You can take some time off,” Bryan said before ending the call and tossing the phone aside.

“So many people were hurt, all because of you and Milford,” Bryan said, turning to face Eileen. After a brief hesitation, Eileen asked tentatively, “Should I go to the hospital to take care of Raymond then?”

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