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    After a pause, she added, “Let’s forget about it and leave. What’s the point anyway?” Having lost her appetite, Eileen quickly gathered her belongings and left the restaurant with Gabri and Bryan. As they exited, Gabri suddenly eximed, “Milk bottle! My bottle!”


    Gabri always carried her milk bottle with her, but it had been left at the restaurant.


    Then, a waitress ran out. “Mr. Dawson, Mrs. Dawson!” The waitress rushed toward them, holding the milk bottle. “You forgot Miss Dawson’s milk bottle!”


    Eileen took the bottle, thanked the waitress, and continued on her way out of the restaurant.


    The waitress returned to the restaurant, looked at Angell, who was still standing by the door, and said, “Thanks for pointing that out. We might have missed the milk bottle in the corner.”


    “But remember to be more polite next time.”


    Angel just turned and left, ignoring the waitress.


    Once inside the car, Eileen emptied the remaining milk from the bottle. Since there was no clean water avable, she decided to wait until they got home to wash it thoroughly.


    As they drove back, Gabri grew drowsy, sucking on the pacifier of the milk bottle before drifting off to sleep.


    Eileen and Bryan had informed Le and Ruby that they would be having dinner out, and upon their return, they found that the two had already eaten and were practicing their evening exercises in the living room.


    Noticing Gabri’s slumber, Le and Ruby promptly helped Gabri onto the small bed in the living room, allowing her to continue sleeping undisturbed. “Feel free to shower and rest. It’s just past seven, and Gabri will likely wake up soon. If she does, we’ll get her to bed. You can have your rest,” Le said to Bryan and Eileen.


    Le was resolute in her decision to let Gabri sleep downstairs, and Eileen couldn’t persuade her otherwise. Eileen had no choice but to leave Gabri in Le’s care and head upstairs with Bryan.


    After her shower, Eileen emerged from the bathroom to find Bryan putting away the condoms.


    Eileen asked, “What are you doing?”


    Bryan replied with a knowing smile, “You see that your grandmother is hinting for us to have another baby? If we use them again, I’m afraid your grandmother might get anxious.”


    Eileen tried to take the pack of condoms from Bryan’s hand, her expression skeptical. “Really anxious here, Grandma? You really want a baby with the Dawson surname now, right?”


    Bryan took her hand, his expression turning serious, and replied, “Actually, our next baby should have the Vazquez surname. Your grandmother has already imed it, and the one after that can have the Dawson surname.”


    Eileen was rendered speechless. The corners of her lips twitched as she watched Bryan lock the condoms in the safe. Before she could react, Bryan swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed.


    Trapped between the soft bed and Bryan’s chest, Eileen felt a bit suffocated and managed to gasp, “You’re crushing me.”


    Bryan’s movements were light and soft. He tucked her long ck hair under her body, with his fingertips tracing from her corbone to the buttons of her pajamas.


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