?Chapter 109:


    “Are you drunk?” Eileen caught the strong scent of alcohol on Bryan. Bryan nodded, his hand sliding down her arm to hold her wrist. He led her toward the apartment.


    Eileen unlocked the door and changed her shoes. “Have you eaten?” Bryan noticed the new men’s slippers Eileen had set out, raised an eyebrow slightly, and slipped them on.


    “Yeah,” Eileen responded, removing her down jacket and hanging it up. As she turned around, she saw Bryan taking off his coat. She naturally took it from him to hang it as well.


    “What about you?” She turned to face him. “I’ve got some ingredients. I could make you something.”


    Bryan furrowed his brow slightly and casually replied, “No need.” He stepped forward, scooped her up in his arms, and headed for the stairs, his deep voice filling her ears. “Let’s get started.” He seemed eager, likely due to the alcohol, as he often desired her after a few drinks.


    The bed was not enough for him today; they also did it in the bathtub and on the sofa near the bed. Every time they made love, Eileen found herself lost in the make-believe world of their love. But the fantasy was always ruined by the card that Bryan handed to her afterwards. His face would then turn cold, the warmth vanishing from his dark eyes.


    With her fingertips lightly touching the bank card, Eileen didn’t smile this time and tucked it into the bedside drawer. She paused briefly and then turned to hug Bryan. He appeared to be asleep already, with a light nket draped over his lower half outlining his form.


    Eileen’s gaze drifted to his appealing Adam’s apple, which she had just nibbled on in a moment of desire. She reached out to touch his neck gently, only for him to suddenly grab her hand. Without opening his eyes, he said, “Do you really need money that badly?”


    Eileen was taken aback by his harsh words. Yet, having been hurt so often, Eileen managed to answer calmly despite the ache in her heart. “Thank you, Mr. Dawson, for your generosity. Consider this time a gift from me.”


    She was stubborn, which eventually led to regret. Bryan, who had been resting just moments ago, was now ready for another round. He said, “The gifted ones are said to be better than the bought ones. I hope that’s true.” His strong hand intertwined with hers, the veins slightly prominent. She felt too weak to react and silently vowed not to do this again.


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    The next morning, running an hourte for the tutoring sessions with Aaron, Eileen and Bryan got stuck in a traffic jam and realized they wouldn’t reach Aaron’s ce until around lunchtime. Eileenined, “Mr. Dawson, we can’t let this happen again. Tutoring Aaron is a real job, and we need to be professional.”


    “I don’t care much for being professional; I’m more interested in you,” Bryan, who was driving, said this with a serious look, causing Eileen’s ears to flush with embarrassment. As expected, when they arrived at the rkson family’s ce…


    Despite realizing she would lose several hundred dors in attendance bonuses for taking the day off, she agreed. Eileen hadn’t seen Bryan for several days after that day in the mall. She hadn’t expected to see him again until their weekend tutoring session with Aaron, but to her surprise, she bumped into him on Friday night.


    The air was alive with the gentle descent of soft snowkes. Eileen’s long hair was dusted with a fineyer of crystal snow, even her curled eyshes catching the delicate kes. d in her thick down jacket, she buried her hands in her pockets as she trudged two streets. By the light of the streemp at her house’s entrance, a familiar car was parked; Bryan leaned casually against it, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. Snowkes dusted his hair too, showing he had been waiting there for some time.


    The falling snow muffled the sound of Eileen’s footsteps, allowing her to draw near unnoticed until she reached the back of the car. That was when Bryan finally looked her way. “Maybe I should have given you a key so you wouldn’t be stuck outside,” Eileen said, but Bryan wasn’t listening; he was too focused on her small, palm-sized face and her inviting, glossy lips.


    Discarding his cigarette, he shifted slightly and drew her in, spinning her around to lean against the car before bending down to gently kiss her. “Lipstick?” he asked, picking up the taste of cherry on her lips.


    Eileen’s voice was soft. “It’s cold, and my lips get dry.” Instead of lipstick, she applied fruit-vored lip balm. She looked up at Bryan, her clear eyes reflecting his striking features. Bryan’s eyes were full of desire now.


    “Are you drunk?” Eileen caught the strong scent of alcohol on Bryan. Bryan nodded, his hand sliding down her arm to hold her wrist. He led her toward the apartment.


    Eileen unlocked the door and changed her shoes. “Have you eaten?” Bryan noticed the new men’s slippers Eileen had set out, raised an eyebrow slightly, and slipped them on.


    “Yeah,” Eileen responded, removing her down jacket and hanging it up. As she turned around, she saw Bryan taking off his coat. She naturally took it from him to hang it as well.


    “What about you?” She turned to face him. “I’ve got some ingredients. I could make you something.”


    Bryan furrowed his brow slightly and casually replied, “No need.” He stepped forward, scooped her up in his arms, and headed for the stairs, his deep voice filling her ears. “Let’s get started.” He seemed eager, likely due to the alcohol, as he often desired her after a few drinks.


    The bed was not enough for him today; they also did it in the bathtub and on the sofa near the bed. Every time they made love, Eileen found herself lost in the make-believe world of their love. But the fantasy was always ruined by the card that Bryan handed to her afterwards. His face would then turn cold, the warmth vanishing from his dark eyes.


    With her fingertips lightly touching the bank card, Eileen didn’t smile this time and tucked it into the bedside drawer. She paused briefly and then turned to hug Bryan. He appeared to be asleep already, with a light nket draped over his lower half outlining his form.


    Eileen’s gaze drifted to his appealing Adam’s apple, which she had just nibbled on in a moment of desire. She reached out to touch his neck gently, only for him to suddenly grab her hand. Without opening his eyes, he said, “Do you really need money that badly?”


    Eileen was taken aback by his harsh words. Yet, having been hurt so often, Eileen managed to answer calmly despite the ache in her heart. “Thank you, Mr. Dawson, for your generosity. Consider this time a gift from me.”


    She was stubborn, which eventually led to regret. Bryan, who had been resting just moments ago, was now ready for another round. He said, “The gifted ones are said to be better than the bought ones. I hope that’s true.” His strong hand intertwined with hers, the veins slightly prominent. She felt too weak to react and silently vowed not to do this again.


    The next morning, running an hourte for the tutoring sessions with Aaron, Eileen and Bryan got stuck in a traffic jam and realized they wouldn’t reach Aaron’s ce until around lunchtime. Eileenined, “Mr. Dawson, we can’t let this happen again. Tutoring Aaron is a real job, and we need to be professional.”


    “I don’t care much for being professional; I’m more interested in you,” Bryan, who was driving, said this with a serious look, causing Eileen’s ears to flush with embarrassment. As expected, when they arrived at the rkson family’s ce…


    The hospital was far from the rkson family’s residence, so the following day, before dawn, Eileen only bought breakfast for Ruby. Without time for her own meal, she rushed to catch the bus. Ruby watched from the window as Eileen darted to the entrance, her frail figure hurrying along.


    Ruby then called Winona. After exchanging a few pleasantries, she asked, “Where does Huey live? Are there any properties listed under his name? Just curious.” Winona assumed Ruby was pondering whether Eileen would have a home after marrying Huey and quickly listed several properties owned by Huey, exining, “But he bought those properties to avoid me. Now that he’s getting along with Eileen, I leave him be. He’s in the studio with his gaming colleagues…”


    After boarding the bus, Eileen found Ruby had put a warm egg in her bag, still hot with the shell thoughtfully removed. After transferring buses twice, she arrived at Han’s mansion right on time at eight in the morning.


    When Han saw Eileen, he said, “I’m tied up today and won’t be here. Feel free to manage Aaron’s lessons however you think best.”


    “Okay.” Eileen felt a twinge of sadness, but she just smiled and went upstairs. She knew it wasn’t odd for Bryan to be busy. Emergencies at thepany weremon for him.


    But after Eileen’s second tutoring session, when she checked her phone and saw the trending news online, it all made sense. It was understandable that Bryan would prefer to spend the weekend with Vivian. In the photos, Vivian was holding onto Bryan’s arm with a smile, her eyes filled with love. Bryan appeared to listen intently to Vivian’s whisper. The journalists’ photos showed them as a close pair, and anyone looking at them would naturally think it best for Bryan’s wife to just step back and let them be.


    “Eileen, you have feelings for Bryan, don’t you?” Aaron had been watching Eileen for some time. He noticed that Eileen had kept her eyes fixed on thetest news about Bryan.


    “He’s my boss.” Eileen set her phone down, her face showing a change that Aaron noticed immediately.


    Aaron muttered, “Is that so?”


    Without a word, Eileen picked up a book to begin the final tutoring session, her thoughts still on that evening with Bryan. Eileen managed to get through the evening. She didn’t eat at the rkson family’s ce.


    “Tomorrow’s Monday; you’ve got a chemistry lesson. Pay attention and text me if you need help understanding anything.” After giving some directions to Aaron, Eileen departed.


    As the sun went down, the sky zed with stunning twilight. Standing before therge windows, Bryan snuffed out his cigarette and turned to Vivian, who had waited for him all afternoon. He said, “Tonight, I need to go back to Dawson Mansion. Come with me.”


    Vivian’s expression clouded for a moment before she smiled and replied, “Let’s go now. I think I’ll pick up something for Ste as a courtesy.”


    “Okay, and remember to bring up the topic of the divorce,” Bryan reminded her as he grabbed his coat and strode out. His urgency to discuss the divorce was apparent.


    Vivian nodded and followed Bryan out of Apex Group. They were briefly dyed waiting for Raymond. At that moment, Judie came out of thepany. When Judie saw Vivian, her eyes lit up, and she approached Vivian without a second thought.


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