?Chapter 1449:


    She wondered if even a rational person like Eileen could lose herposure under extreme agony.


    Eileen could finally rx and concentrate on her pregnancy now.


    After attending the Deleon family’s wedding banquet, the media covered not only the wedding chaos but also dedicated a segment to her pregnancy.


    They recounted Bryan and Eileen’s love story from the very beginning to the present, delving into details about Gabri, though Bryan had requested that Gabri’s face not be shown. The photo of Gabri was blurred.


    Many gifts and health supplements were delivered to Bryan and Eileen’s home, all from business associates.


    However, Eileen’s pregnancy progressed rapidly, which affected her appetite. She found it difficult to eat much, and theter stages of pregnancy were especially challenging for her.


    Bryan set aside all his workmitments, opting to stay home daily to support her through her mood swings.


    When Eileen had no appetite, she would me Bryan. When she found sitting ufortable, she would also me him. When her tailbone ached, she would be mad at him. When her legs swelled from walking, she would be upset with him. Frustrated, she had chosen not to leave the house for two weeks.


    Observing Eileen’s unstable emotions and seeing her spend her days lying on the sofa and gazing out the window, Bryan reached his limit. “Tomorrow, let’s go out. It’s Jacob’s birthday. We should join everyone,” Bryan suggested.


    Eileen barely moved, not lifting her head. “Forget it. Not being able to drink is one thing, but there are so many foods I can’t eat. And the ones I can, I can’t have much of.”


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    While the early stages of her previous pregnancy with Gabri had also been difficult, she had been preupied with assisting Julio at that time, which had made the challenges less noticeable.


    “You can eat whatever you want, as long as you’re able to stomach it. Drink whatever you want, just no alcohol. I’ll make sure there’s a bed set up for you in the private room,” Bryan said.


    He would arrange a specially tailored private room for her if she agreed toe.


    Hearing the sincerity in Bryan’s voice and his genuine desire to take her out, Eileen finally turned to face him. “Really?” she asked.


    Bryan raised an eyebrow and replied, “Of course.”


    “Alright, I’ll go!” Eileen responded quickly, standing up to head upstairs and choose her outfit for the next day.


    The D.V Club felt strangely unfamiliar to Eileen now, despite her many past visits. It had been a long time since she’dst been here.


    Following a server’s lead into a spacious private room, Eileen froze at the unexpected sight—a bed dominated the center of the room, demanding attention.


    Sofas and coffee tables, usually arranged in the middle, were pushed against the walls to make space for this unusual addition.


    The small dance floor, which once hosted dozens of swaying bodies, had given up its space to the bed.


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