Chapter 203: Chapter 203

Chapter 203:

Eileen’s face lit up with a joyful smile.

She tucked her phone away and stepped outside, only to bump into Bailee.

Bailee looked at her for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. “Mr. Dawson’s back, right?” she teased.

Eileen’s cheeks flushed, and she frowned involuntarily. “How did you know?”

“Your smile says it all,” Bailee replied with a grin. “Go on ahead. I’ll take care of things here.”

Lately, Eileen had seemed distracted during Bryan’s absence, constantly checking her phone and waiting for his texts. Bailee had picked up on this.

With a gentle nudge, Bailee encouraged Eileen toward Ruby’s bedside before turning to busy herself with tasks.

Eileen hadn’t shared much about Bryan with Ruby. After all, Ruby had only learned that Eileen and Bryan had been married before falling into a coma.

If Eileen mentioned Bryan now, Ruby would have a flurry of questions, but given her current state, she wouldn’t be able to ask them, which might only increase her anxiety.

So Eileen simply told Ruby she had some errands to run. Ruby smiled and blinked in understanding.

Eileen left the room and hurried down the stairs, her coat draped over her arm. Her long hair flowed behind her, and she was dressed simply in a t-shirt and jeans. But to Bryan, she looked absolutely stunning.

As soon as Eileen stepped outside, she spotted Bryan across the street from the villa. He held a lit cigarette in one hand and was talking on his phone.

Read exclusive stories .c〇m When he saw her, he ended the call and tucked his phone into his pocket.

Before he could walk over, she was already running towards him. He shifted the cigarette to his other hand, allowing her to leap into his arms.

Wrapping her arms around his waist, Eileen nestled her head against his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him.

“Why didn’t you let me know you were coming back?” she asked, realizing now why he hadn’t responded to her messages the night before.

With his arm around her waist, Bryan turned his head for one last drag of his cigarette, then leaned closer to her, a playful smirk on his lips.

“I wanted to surprise you,” he said, a playful smile lighting up his face.

After returning home to find it empty and unable to reach Eileen, he had checked the security footage and discovered that she had gone to help Ruby and Bailee move. Her parked car had confirmed she was still in the area.

“It’s definitely a surprise,” Eileen replied, letting go of his waist and taking his arm to lead him back to their home.

Bryan was dressed in a simple shirt, the sleeves rolled up and unbuttoned at the cuffs, revealing his muscular arms. Eileen’s cool fingertips traced his arm lightly before his fingers intertwined with hers.

The night breeze whispered as their shadows stretched long under the streetlights, and together they walked into their house.

Bryan’s suitcase lay in the hallway, a remnant of his hurried return. He had rushed to find Eileen as soon as he got home and hadn’t yet had the chance to unpack.

Clasping her hand with one of his, he carried his suitcase with the other as they headed upstairs. Once inside the bedroom, Eileen quickly opened his suitcase and began to arrange his belongings.

She removed his clothes and neatly folded them, and Bryan took them from her to store in his wardrobe. They managed to organize everything in less than ten minutes.

Afterward, Bryan headed to the kitchen to cook. Eileen had missed his cooking and was eagerly anticipating it.

After enjoying a hearty meal, Eileen thought they were about to “get down to business.”

Exiting the bathroom after her shower, she found Bryan already showered and waiting for her on the bed.

She slid under the blanket, wrapping her arms around his waist. However, he extinguished his cigarette and looked at her seriously.

“Tell me the truth,” he said, his voice firm.

Eileen realized that Bryan had been savoring the joy of their reunion from the moment they had met until they climbed into bed. Now that the initial joy had faded, it was time to address more serious matters.

Eileen blinked, confusion creeping into her expression. “What do you mean?”

“You still won’t tell me?” Bryan tightened his grip on her jaw slightly, causing her discomfort.

Then he relaxed his hold, but his tone remained serious. “Why didn’t you tell me you were having problems?”

The news about Eileen’s educational agency had been all over the internet. Anyone could have seen it.

Eileen had anticipated that Bryan would be aware of the situation. She even suspected he had learned about it before it escalated.

She arched an eyebrow, confidence swelling within her. “If you knew I was in trouble, why didn’t you reach out to offer help?”

Bryan opened his mouth but hesitated, unable to answer her question for a moment. Finally, he chuckled softly. “You certainly have a way with words, don’t you?”

He shifted so that she was lying on his chest, his warm breath tickling the top of her head. Strands of her hair draped over his arms as she looked up at him, squinting slightly. “I’m just laying out the facts.”

“Well, I guess I’ll have to agree with you this time,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and turning off the bedroom light.

Resting her head on his chest, she traced circles on his muscles, feeling conflicted. “I think I’d rather be on the bottom.”

“Darling, being on top can be fun. Give it a try.” His voice was low and persuasive, gently encouraging her to take the lead. It was so enchanting that she found herself complying almost without thinking.

As the night deepened, dark clouds drifted across the sky, occasionally obscuring the moon. Bryan had returned a bit late from Onaland. Though Eileen didn’t know the specific details, she had heard from Raymond that it involved Bryan’s parents.

He kept the matter to himself, and Eileen didn’t press him for details. After his return, they spent the entire day at home, knowing that work awaited them both the next day.

As the news about the educational agency spread, enrollment in their online courses surged by tens of thousands daily. The courses were instantly fully booked.

Although Eileen hadn’t yet resolved the lawsuit against the online celebrity teacher and the senior professor, both now avoided public appearances. Additionally, careful analysis by some observers concluded that the video style of the online celebrity teacher’s past courses differed from Eileen’s, effectively clearing her of the plagiarism accusations.

Later that afternoon, Eileen received a frantic call from Phoebe. As soon as she answered, she couldn’t help but frown at the chaotic voices on the other end.

“Help! Eileen! Jacob has gone insane! Help me!” Phoebe exclaimed, her voice laced with desperation.

“Phoebe, you bastard! You took my virginity!” Jacob’s voice rang out in the background.

“That’s enough! Didn’t you enjoy it at the time? It only hurt a bit! You’re a man; don’t be so sensitive. Honestly, I can’t stand you!” Phoebe shot back.

Following their heated exchange, Phoebe turned to Eileen. “Please, find a way to take Jacob away from me.”

Jacob resumed squabbling with Phoebe, their threats and insults leaving no room for Eileen to interject. Eventually, Phoebe provided Eileen with the name of a club and their room number before ending the call.

Eileen felt resigned and turned to Bryan. “Should we go check on them?”

“Let’s go.” Bryan stood up, pulling her close. They changed their shoes at the door and left the house.

Walking beside Eileen, Bryan couldn’t help but smile, anticipating the drama unfolding between Jacob and Phoebe. He was definitely ready to enjoy the spectacle.

Upon their arrival at the club, Eileen and Bryan were surprised to see Zola and Kian also present. The mood in the room was lighter than expected, although Phoebe and Jacob maintained a noticeable distance, exchanging glances that sparked irritation.

Kian wore a serious expression.

“Hey, Bryan, Eileen, you made it!” Zola called, waving them over.

Eileen nodded and approached. Just as she sat down, Kian asked sharply, “Eileen, did you hit Vivian?”

Bryan paused momentarily upon hearing Kian’s question. Then, he sat beside Eileen and casually draped an arm behind her, creating an intimate atmosphere.

“Yes,” Eileen admitted without hesitation.

Her response stunned Kian, who stood abruptly, pointing directly at her. “If you don’t explain why you did that today, I won’t back down, even for Bryan.”

Bryan grabbed Kian’s wrist, moving his hand away from pointing at Eileen. “For me? You and I aren’t that close,” he said coldly.

Bryan’s words made it clear that Kian needed his permission before taking any action against Eileen, darkening Kian’s expression further.

Zola frowned but chose to remain silent, refraining from taking sides.

“Mr. Warren,” Eileen began, rising to her feet and meeting Kian’s fury with steady resolve. “You know the reason I hit her. You’re not giving me a chance to explain; instead, you’re pushing me to confess to a fault. If you’re determined to make this difficult for me, there’s no point in making excuses.”

Her firm voice reminded Kian that she was no longer just Bryan’s assistant.

Kian had initially intended to gauge Bryan’s reaction. Now, with Bryan’s stance clear, he suppressed his anger and smiled. “My apologies. You’re poised to become a distinguished member of the Dawson family. How could I expect you to apologize? Should you leverage the Dawson family against my family in the future, we would surely have to yield.”

“I did hit Vivian, but my actions are unrelated to whether I will marry into the Dawson family,” Eileen interrupted, cutting through Kian’s sarcasm.

Kian’s smile slowly froze, the chill in his gaze unmistakable. “I wish you’d always speak to me with such confidence. You better hope I don’t get a chance to confront you in the future,” he warned, his implication clear to everyone in the room.

Turning to Bryan, he continued, “Your father has publicly severed ties with you. Without his support, you’ll find it hard to succeed in Wist Land. Jacob can’t help you anymore. I’m the only one left who can. Bryan, think carefully— is Eileen worth risking a fallout with me?”

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