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    Given Eileen’s busy schedule, when would she ever run into a random kid who wasn’t connected to her work?


    Bryan’s lips tightened as his eyes followed Eileen’s every movement while she organized the kitchen.


    It was bing clear to him that she didn’t take his jealousy as seriously as he had expected. She hadn’t even bothered to offer him a full exnation.


    “Right, I’ve run into him a few times. Oh, and he mentioned he—” Eileen began, but just as she was about to mention that Christos knew Travis, she turned to find Bryan already moving to the fridge, pulling out a drink.


    “It’s not appropriate for me to hear what he told you, right?” Bryan said sarcastically, effortlessly popping the cap off the bottle she often advised him against and taking a swig right before her eyes.


    “I’ll go upstairs and get Gabri’s nket,” Bryan announced, clearly still bothered by the lingering scent on Eileen.


    As Eileen watched him ascend the stairs, she wondered if he was imagining the scent. She sniffed her clothes again but detected nothing.


    After cleaning up, Eileen made her way upstairs to shower, using plenty of body wash to remove any lingering traces of the scent.


    When she returned to the bedroom, she found Gabri ready for sleep, clutching her bottle and kicking her little feet yfully.


    Upon seeing Eileen, Gabri rolled over with a smile.


    “Hey there,” Eileen chuckled, fully aware that Gabri craved her cuddles, especially at bedtime.


    Bryan, still visibly bothered, shifted away from Gabri’s side and ignored Eileen.


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    Eileen slipped into bed between them, dimming the lights and whispering softly to Gabri as she gently patted the child to sleep.


    Before long, Gabri fell asleep, her chubby arms wrapping around Eileen’s wrist.


    Eileen gently freed her wrist, tucked Gabri under the nkets, and then turned to face Bryan.


    The dim light entuated Bryan’s muscr back—a striking contrast between his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The quilt hung just over his chest, casting his silhouette sharply against the wall under the soft glow of the nightmp.


    Eileen yfully nudged his side.


    Bryan tensed for a moment but remained still.


    In a soft, teasing voice, Eileen whispered, “Do you want to hold me? I made sure there’s no trace of that scent after my shower.”


    “No.” Bryan’s response was unwavering.


    “Really?” Eileen pressed, a hint of skepticism in her tone.


    Bryan’s response was firm. “No.”


    Eileen smiled mischievously. “Then can I hold you?”


    As she spoke, Eileen slid closer and embraced Bryan from behind, her cool fingers tracing gentle patterns across his chest.


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