Chapter 360:
Eileen lifted her eyes, her curly lashes casting shadows on her lower eyelids. He couldnât make out her expression clearly in the dim light of the room.
âIâve told you I can wait, so I wonât force you. I wonât rashly anger your mother. Iâll give you time, but it doesnât mean I can bear being neglected.â
His tone was serious. He pinched her chin with his fingertip and made her stare at him. âDo you understand?â
âYes,â Eileen replied without hesitation, showing no resistance to his every move. âIâm fine now, and Iâm not angry.â
After a few stressful days, Bryan finally found peace upon hearing her remarks. He gave her a deep kiss.
He bent his legs and lifted her effortlessly, his long arms wrapped around her waist.
When he placed her on the bed, passionate kisses fell from the corners of her eyes to her cheeks, lips, and earlobes.
As Bryanâs long-suppressed desire neared its breaking point, a voice suddenly pierced his thoughts.
His body stiffened.
Was he hearing things now? He must have been driven crazy by that little girl lately. Otherwise, why was he hearing the childâs voice at such a time?
Another gentle cooing sound broke through, accompanied by the baby girlâs gasps as she lay on her stomach.
gⱯlnÏνððsâ¤com, the heart of storytelling Bryan raised his head and looked into the baby girlâs eyes for a few seconds before abruptly letting go of Eileen.
Shocked, he fell from the bed, gripping the edge tightly to avoid hitting his head.
Eileen heard his angry muttering amid the sound of him hitting the floor.
She got up from the bed and turned on the light. Bryan raised his head and fixed his piercing eyes on the baby girl.
On the far side of the bed was a baby cot, holding the baby snugly. Beside it lay an empty milk bottle, with traces of white liquid still clinging to its sides.
Eileen perched at the foot of the bed, leaving space for the father and daughter to exchange glances as she waited for Bryan to break the silence.
Perhaps it was sheer disbelief clouding his mind, or maybe he had considered the truth but couldnât accept it. Bryan turned his head slightly, his jawline dancing between shadow and light. He murmured, âWhy is sheâ¦â
âHer name is Gabriela Curtis,â Eileen said, brushing her short hair past her shoulders. Her throat tightened as soon as she spoke.
Her eyes grew misty as they met Bryanâs.
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