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    “Thank you, Miss Warren,” Eileen said.


    Eileen was familiar with the behavior that aimed to unt her close ties to the Dawson family and her elevated social standing.


    She lowered her head and focused on the food in her bowl, consuming only what was directly in front of her. She finished before anyone else, putting down her fork and quietly waiting for the meal to end.


    During the meal, Vivian engaged in conversation with Ste, predominantly reminiscing about her past experiences with Bryan, highlighting amusing incidents from her numerous visits to the Dawson Mansion.


    Ste remained aloof throughout the conversation, asionally replying with brief remarks.


    As Vivian noticed Ste’s waning interest, she grew quiet.


    Bryan was the one who broke the awkward silence by standing up and serving Vivian some fish. Additionally, he moved a dish with a lighter vor from in front of himself to Vivian.


    “If memory serves me right, you’re fond of this dish. Better eat it quickly before it cools down,” Bryan said.


    Eileen, with downcast eyes, felt a pang in her heart, her lips tightening as she observed him return to his seat, his graceful hand reaching for a napkin to dab his mouth.


    His effortless movements exuded a rxed charm, his gaze warmly fixed on Vivian.


    “Okay,” Vivian said with a smile, her eyes sparkling with delight.


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    Ste shot a nce at Bryan, her expression darkening.


    Bryan continued as if he hadn’t noticed, seamlessly picking up the conversation where Vivian had left off.


    His captivating voice filled the dining room, drawing Vivian into a lively discussion, theirughter echoing through the room.


    For Eileen, the scene was painful to witness.


    “Frill,” Ste said, setting down her fork and walking over to Bryan. She gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Memories are precious, especially those that can never be recreated. If you two don’t take the time to reminisce, you might forget them entirely,” she said.


    Then, she turned to Eileen, “Eileen, let’s not interrupt their trip down memoryne. Come with me.”


    Without even ncing at Bryan, Eileen rose and followed Ste, leaving behind a heavy silence that seemed to amplify the sound of her own heartbeat.


    Ste guided Eileen to the elevator, ascending to the ss greenhouse on the top floor, where rainwater cascaded down the windows.


    Inside, vibrant lights illuminated the blooming flowers, casting a surreal beauty.


    “Pass me the watering can,” Ste said, pointing at the long-spouted container in the corner.


    Eileen hurried over, presenting it to Ste with both hands.


    As Ste meticulously watered the flowers, she asked, “How long have you been working with Bryan?”


    “More than three years,” Eileen replied.


    “What’s your impression of him?” Ste asked as she led the way watering the nts.


    Eileen followed Ste with slow steps, caught off guard by the abrupt and unusual question.


    She hesitated before replying, “Mr. Dawson is a highlypetent boss, and his business…”


    “Of course, he’spetent—I trained him myself. I’m asking about your personal opinion of him as a person,” Ste interjected.


    Eileen’s clear eyes reflected Ste’s image as she stood there, momentarily stunned.


    “Was she even qualified to evaluate Bryan’s character?”


    Ste asked, “Do you think he and Vivian are well-suited?”


    She set aside the watering can and settled into a vine chair, fixing Eileen with a sharp gaze.


    The drumming of raindrops against the ss reverberated loudly, matching the turmoil in Eileen’s heart.


    “It’s not my ce toment on Mr. Dawson’s character,” Eileen replied respectfully.


    Ste frowned disapprovingly. “You’re too timid,” she remarked.


    But Eileen remained silent, offering a smile in response.


    The greenhouse was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the temperature difference caused the ss to mist up. Ste gazed at the rain outside, saying nothing more.


    An hourter, Ste rose from her chair. “It’ste; you should rest. Have Bryan arrange a room for you.”


    “Okay,” Eileen replied, walking Ste back to her room before texting Bryan.


    Not knowing which room was Bryan’s, Eileen felt it inappropriate to search the mansion at this hour.


    “Mrs. Dawson has asked you to arrange my…”


    Bryan’s response was prompt.


    “Come to the garage.”


    Taken aback, Eileen nced around the deserted living room before making her way toward the garage.


    The garage was enveloped in darkness. The only sound was the rumble of thunder and rain outside. Through the car window, the glow of the phone screen illuminated Bryan’s distant features.


    Furrowing her brow, Eileen approached the car door and opened it.


    Inside, Bryan sat with his legs crossed, his demeanor rxed as he nced toward her and said, “Get in.”


    As Eileen began to climb in, Bryan swiftly pulled her onto hisp.


    Startled, Eileen braced herself against the seat behind him, noticing its warmth indicating he had been there for some time.


    “Mr. Dawson, do you n for me to spend the night in the car?” she asked.


    “Of course not,” Bryan replied, his lips parting slightly as he leaned back, his breath brushing against her chin.


    “I’ll take you to the guest roomter.”


    Eileen sensed his unspoken intentions.


    “But aren’t you concerned about being found by Ste?” she asked, meeting his sharp gaze in the darkness.


    Bryan pressed a button, and the garage door locked with a security code. “No one wille.”


    Clearly, he had nned this—Eileen found it amusing; she couldn’t shake the thought of Bryan sharing sweet memories with Vivian just an hour earlier.


    Now, he was here with her…


    Eileen’s emotions were in turmoil, but Bryan wasted no time, removing her clothes.


    He showered her with passionate kisses while gradually unbuttoning her blouse.


    The air inside the car was heating up quickly as their intimacy escted.


    Though this was not Eileen’s first time in a car, it was her first in the Dawson Mansion, adding an extrayer of uneasiness, the unfamiliarity distracting her.


    It wasn’t until Bryan bit her on the chest that she cried out, snapping back to see his frustrated expression.


    “Focus,” he said, plunging them both into the depths of pleasure.


    With the rain no longer masking it, Eileen’s moans resonated clearly in the car, a melodious sound that Bryan couldn’t get enough of.


    Afterward, Eileeny back in the seat, spent, while Bryan helped her dress, delicately tidying her long hair.


    His touch on her fair cheek was gentle and considerate, softening Eileen’s heart.


    If not for the ck card Bryan suddenly produced, she might have mistaken his tenderness for genuine affection.


    Her bright eyes quivered slightly as she epted the card, offering a smile. “Thank you, Mr. Dawson!”


    epting the card with smooth movements, Eileen felt Bryan’s gaze intensify, his voice taking on a meaningful tone as it reached her ear.


    “Eileen, between me and money, which is more tempting to you?”


    Eileen felt a lump in her throat, torn between her heart’s inclination towards Bryan the person and her favoring the money he offered.


    She knew that whatever her answer was, he would likely not be pleased.


    “Between my body and Miss Warren, which one is more important to you?” she countered, leading to a tense silence between them.


    After a while, Bryan’s lips curved slightly in a sarcastic smile as he pulled out a cigarette.


    “Cunning,” he remarked, lighting the cigarette.


    The me briefly illuminated his face, his eyes gleaming with a cold intensity.


    Eileen believed perhaps Bryan had interpreted her question as a subtle attempt to lower Vivian’s status.


    Eileen straightened, holding the card tightly in her hand.


    “How serious is your mother’s illness?” Bryan asked in the darkness.


    “It’s cancer. She can’t be cured. She can only extend her life by treatment,” Eileen replied stoically.


    Bryan frowned, turning to look at her. “I’ve never heard you mention it.”


    Eileen sniffed, her voice steady. “What difference would it make if I did? One more person knowing would just mean one more person pitying me.”


    She had not confided in anyone about her mother’s cancer. Actually, Bryan was the first person she had shared this with.


    While some people in thepany were aware, it was Judie who had spread the news.


    “There’s two hundred thousand in the card,” Bryan said.


    Eileen was taken aback. Two hundred thousand was a significant amount, and she couldn’t help but feel her own value rising.


    After Bryan finished smoking, they exited. Eileen opened the window to disperse the lingering scent of sex in the car.


    “Your room is on the third floor, the first guest room on the left,” Bryan said.


    Following him out of the garage, Eileen noticed a figure standing nearby.


    Vivian’s eyes were red as she stared at them, her anger evident on her face.


    “You go back first,” Bryan instructed Eileen before turning towards Vivian.


    “Okay,” Eileen replied, walking towards the vi. But as she passed Vivian, thetter suddenly lunged at her, tearing at her clothes. “Eileen! How shameless can you be? This is the Dawson Mansion, and Mrs. Ste is still upstairs! You…” Vivian eximed.


    Eileen’s clothes were torn into a mess, and the card from her pocket fell to the floor amidst the chaos.


    At that moment, Bryan pulled Vivian away while simultaneously steadying Eileen as she almost stumbled.


    Vivian stumbled back a few steps, and upon noticing the ck card on the floor, she couldn’t help butugh. “Slut, offering yourself on a tter, such thorough service!”


    Eileen’s clothes were in disarray, but suddenly she felt warmth enveloping her body. It was Bryan’s jacket, draped over her shoulders.


    As Bryan’s refreshing scent enveloped her, Eileen was left with mixed feelings as she observed his tense profile.


    “Come with me.” Bryan gave Eileen a nce before leading Vivian away, thetter still cursing under her breath.


    Eileen looked at the ck card on the floor, its sharp contrast against the white floor tiles causing a sting in her eyes.


    Eileen swiftly picked up the card and somehow decided to follow Bryan and Vivian.


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