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    Eileen couldn’t sleep, as she wasn’t used to staying in the Dawson Mansion. She nestled into Bryan’s arms, seekingfort. “I think Presley’s beautiful. She must have been even more stunning ten years ago,” Eileen said, her voice clear in the quiet room, her toneced with jealousy.


    Bryan chuckled, his fingers tracing her waist. “Yes, she was beautiful back then. Plenty of boys had a secret crush on her in school.”


    Eileen lifted her head. “Oh, really? What about you?”


    Her eyes gleamed with warning in the dark.


    “Everyone except me,” Bryan replied.


    Eileen couldn’t help but smile at that.


    “I had a crush on her publicly,” Bryan joked.


    Annoyed, Eileen pinched his waist, but his muscles were firm.


    “Try pinching here,” Bryan said, guiding her hand.


    Eileen’s face flushed, and she quickly pulled away. “Jerk.”


    “What?” Bryan asked innocently. “You think that’s the softest spot?”


    He wasn’t implying anything, but Eileen had had enough. She wrapped herself tightly in the nket. “Leave me alone. Go to sleep.”


    “But you’re having trouble falling asleep, right?” Bryan said, leaning closer.


    Eileen could feel his warmth even through the thin nket. “If you can’t sleep, you might as well do something useful. Exercise is always a good way to beat insomnia,” Bryan suggested.


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    “We can’t do this. There aren’t any condoms here,” Eileen said. There were no condoms since they rarely stayed at the mansion.


    However, Bryan was determined to make the most of the rare asion, free from interruptions by Gabri. He deftly removed Eileen’s clothes, kissing her to silence her protests.


    Eileen’s words of protest gradually shifted to uncontroble sounds of pleasure.


    The following day, despite being exhausted from a sleepless night, Eileen woke up early. She could never fully rx at the Dawson Mansion.


    Gabri was awake downstairs, ying with toys under Ste’s watchful eye.


    When Eileen and Bryan went downstairs, Gabri ran to them. Eileen spent some time ying with her, and when Bryan went for his morning run, Gabri insisted on joining him.


    Only Eileen and Ste were left in the mansion. They sat in the living room while breakfast was being prepared.


    “Have you heard that Gabri had an allergic reaction recently?” Ste asked, gesturing for Eileen to sit down.


    “Yes, that’s right,” Eileen replied. “She’s allergic to pollen, just like Bryan.”


    Ste flushed, recalling her previous doubts about Gabri being Eileen’s daughter.


    “I also heard something about you having a fallout with the Deleon family over this. What happened?” Ste asked.


    While she didn’t know the details, many had heard about the escting conflict between Eileen and the Deleon family, which had worsened after Gabri’s allergic reaction.


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