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    Bryan was momentarily at a loss for words. His eyebrows furrowed and then rxed as he couldn’t help but smile and nod. “Alright, just a sip.”


    He reached out again, weaving his fingers through her hair, pulling her close to the passenger seat, and kissed her. The vor of coffee in his mouth blended with the mild taste of milk from hers, intensifying the sensation.


    Eileen was quickly overwhelmed by the taste of coffee. Instinctively, she grasped his wrist, attempting to pull away, but his firm grip kept her in ce.


    Realizing resistance was futile, Eileen stopped struggling, concentrating on regting her breath.


    After a while, Bryan finally let her go. He buckled up, casually adjusted his clothing, and started the car.


    “Come to the office with me.” His voice was raspy, the veins on his neck standing out against his cor.


    Eileen leaned back in her seat, her lips slightly swollen, gasping for breath.


    After calming herself for a moment, she said, “I think that if that Colby really were Christos, he wouldn’t just show up in front of us so easily.”


    Her voice was soft and gentle, cutting clearly through the silence of the car.


    Bryan cleared his throat and responded, “He’s a part of Amoura’s scheme.”


    What Christos was actually nning remained a mystery. The reason for his unexpected visit today was unclear.


    Eileen, still feeling lightheaded from the kiss, shifted to find afortable posture and began to doze off.


    Upon reaching the EB Group, Bryan carried Eileen out of the car and went directly to the CEO’s office on the top floor, where he gently settled her on the lounge sofa to sleep.


    Eileen, who had not slept well the night before in anticipation of the meeting today, didn’t stir until noon when hunger awoke her. As she exited the lounge, the scent of food filled the air.


    “I was just about to wake you up,” Bryan pointed at the lunch on the table. “It was just delivered, still warm. Go ahead and eat. I need to finish reading this document first.”


    Eileen sat opposite Bryan, surveying the array of dishes. There were about eight dishes.


    The meal was served in porcin dishes and bowls. Although they sometimes dined out, Bryan always ensured the quality of Eileen’s meals.


    “I’ll wait for you to join me.” Eileen propped her chin on her hands.


    Bryan paused his work, ncing over at her.


    Eileen had just woken up, her eyes soft and hazy, her long ck hair tousled. Looking at Eileen made Bryan’s heart flutter. He quickly set aside his work, stood up, and approached her.


    Eileen took the fork Bryan had handed her and began to eat. Just then, Bryan received a call, and Raymond’s voice came through. “Mr. Dawson, is the contract ready?”


    “We’ll handle the contract after lunch,” Bryan said briefly and then ended the call.


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