Chapter 139: Chapter 139

Chapter 139:

Under the shelter of the black umbrella, Bryan’s features shifted to an icy demeanor.

Under Bryan’s mocking gaze, Eileen was so angry that she couldn’t help but snap, even though she didn’t mean what she said.

“Without Milford’s tutoring, our paths wouldn’t have crossed again. Even now, my hope is that we can maintain just the simple relationship of a tutor and the student’s guardian.”

She spoke with indifference, raindrops peppering her cheeks and causing her curly eyelashes to clump.

A sneer brimming with scorn and fury slipped from Bryan as he listened.

He dismissed her thoughts silently.

Rain drenched the car, soaking Eileen’s coat and shirt, sending shivers of cold deep into her bones.

Her lips turned a frosty blue.

Suddenly, Bryan’s hold on her waist eased, and he caught her chin with his cold fingers.

“You’re not the one who can decide what our relationship is,” he declared.

Eileen had never held the power to influence their relationship from the start.

Before Eileen could respond, his lips claimed hers passionately, the sudden kiss overwhelming her senses.

The umbrella was no longer above them, lost to the wind.

Step into fiction with . com The rain continued to pour, drenching them both; Bryan’s grip was so tight that it hurt, pressing her sharply against the car.

Their muffled moans mixed; Bryan almost couldn’t control himself.

Raymond had already settled back into the car and averted his gaze outside.

He sighed deeply, knowing well that Bryan was not here for discussions about Milford’s tutoring. He knew Bryan merely wanted to see Eileen here.

Bryan, denying his true intentions, wouldn’t even let Raymond say this obvious truth.

Eventually, Bryan rested his forehead against Eileen’s, his eyes drawn to the shine of her lips.

He adjusted his tie and said with a strained voice, “Eileen, our relationship is destined to be anything but simple. Keep your distance from Emmett!”

His voice, rough and low, seemed strangely alluring given the situation.

Eileen began to respond, But Bryan interjected sharply, “Say another word, and you’ll regret it.”

His menacing gaze served as a stern warning against further protests.

Shocked into silence, Eileen froze as Bryan’s hands moved gently over her face, occasionally brushing her earlobes, sending a shiver through her.

Suddenly, Bryan stepped back. Eileen, leaning against the car, watched him leave in the rain, biting her lip hard.

Tears started gathering in her eyes as she watched his car fade into the distance. Overwhelmed, she turned, opened her car door, and climbed inside.

She relaxed against the seat and closed her eyes, seeking solace in the quiet.

As the rain outside the car intensified, Eileen received a call from Phoebe.

“It’s going to rain hard tonight. When will you return?” Phoebe asked.

“I’ll be back soon,” Eileen responded with a hint of hoarseness in her voice.

She quickly ended the call and made her way back, struggling to see the road through the windshield wipers. She drove painstakingly slow, her brow furrowed with concentration.

Unaware, she passed by Bryan’s car, parked discreetly at a corner.

“Mr. Dawson, that is Ms. Curtis’ car,” Raymond said.

“Follow her,” Bryan instructed coolly, his expression unreadable. Peering through the dim light at the car ahead, his eyes grew sharp.

After a while, as Bryan remembered his recent closeness with Eileen, his fingers brushed his lips, and a subtle smile formed.

An hour passed before Raymond announced, “Mr. Dawson, Ms. Curtis is home.”

“Okay, let’s return,” Bryan commanded calmly.

The rain was relentless, and visibility was poor. Observing the downpour, Raymond hesitated to drive further.

He suggested to Bryan, “Perhaps we should stay at Ms. Curtis’ place tonight?”

They had seen Eileen to her door but seemed unlikely to make it back themselves safely.

Bryan reacted sharply. “Are you out of your mind?”

Raymond didn’t know how to reply.

Realizing Raymond’s reluctance to drive through the storm, Bryan said coldly, “Get in the passenger seat.” Raymond quickly slid into the front passenger seat while Bryan maneuvered into the driver’s seat.

Despite the torrential rain, Bryan drove them safely home.

Bryan’s appearance in Wist Land had previously left little imprint on Eileen’s everyday life.

Yet, after their last encounter, Eileen couldn’t shake off the thought of Bryan. She couldn’t fall asleep at all.

Positioned by the window, her arms crossed, she watched the relentless rain.

Occasionally, she touched her lips, the memory of their kiss unsettling her thoughts.

The harsh words Bryan had spoken jolted her back to reality.

She remained awake, seated by the window until dawn as the rain ceased and the first light of daybreak filtered through the glass.

Sunlight momentarily dazzled her, causing her to flutter her eyelashes and lower her gaze. Despite a night spent in contemplation, Bryan’s intentions remained a mystery to her.

Eventually, she sighed, rose to freshen up, and began her day’s usual routine.

Her tutoring of Milford continued. She stayed vigilant, easily navigating Milford’s cunning attempts, which visibly annoyed him for several days.

On Wednesday, after another routine tutoring session in Milford’s study, Milford unexpectedly said, “I’ll go to your education agency for tutoring this Friday night. You don’t need to come here.”

Eileen stared at him, puzzled and concerned. “Why?” she asked.

She sensed something was amiss, her intuition hinting at his underlying schemes.

“The reason is none of your business. Just answer me, is it okay or not?” Milford demanded.

Eileen thought briefly before replying, “Okay, I’ll wait for you at the education agency on Friday night.”

She felt confident handling any potential issues with Milford.

She quickly gathered her things and hurried back to the education agency to continue Emmett’s training.

Thanks to several intensive days, Emmett’s educational skills had significantly improved.

Their rapport also blossomed—the awkwardness that had once hovered between them had dissolved, allowing them to interact freely like close friends.

Occasionally, Emmett would bring Eileen snacks and drinks during their sessions, which Eileen gratefully accepted, not wishing to hurt his feelings.

Eileen’s recent sleepless nights caught up with her. She dozed off during overtime on Thursday, her hair cascading over her shoulders as she slumped at her desk.

Her face, makeup-free and peaceful, rested on her arm.

When Emmett noticed her silence, he turned and was momentarily captivated by her. Overcome by an impulse, he took out his phone to capture the moment.

Still feeling a playful urge, he snapped a selfie with her in the background.

He then set his phone aside and continued to gaze at her, feeling an unexpected surge of emotion.

A chilly breeze fluttered through the open window. After hesitating, he gently woke her. “Ms. Curtis…”

Eileen’s eyes flew open as she realized she had fallen asleep. Standing quickly, she apologized, “Sorry, I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately.”

Emmett dismissed her apology with a wave of his hand.

“No need to apologize. It’s my fault you’re working late. You could have been home sleeping by now. Let’s wrap up for today.”

Taking a deep breath, Eileen began to pack her belongings, saying, “Tomorrow night, I’ll show you how to make the concepts easier for the students to grasp. After that, we can conclude our sessions.”

After packing up, Eileen and Emmett descended the stairs, returned to their cars, and drove away.

Emmett’s sleek black supercar hinted at his wealth. A sudden realization struck Eileen as she drove—perhaps Bryan’s insistence on keeping her away from Emmett stemmed from Emmett’s affluent background.

Did Bryan believe she was unworthy of Emmett?

Disturbed by this thought, she continued to drive.

About half an hour later, Emmett reached home and promptly texted Eileen to tell her of his arrival.

Upon entering his house and spotting his mother in the living room, Emmett approached her quickly. “Mom, I told you not to wait up for me,” he said.

“But I had to,” Mrs. Deleon responded, standing up with a roll of her eyes. “You could have joined your father’s company. Why must you work so late elsewhere? It worries me.”

As they ascended the stairs, Emmett reassured his mother, “Don’t worry, Mom. I’m striving to better myself. My boss treats me well, and after tomorrow, I won’t need to work late anymore.”

Mrs. Deleon expressed her concern but recognized her son’s determination. After encouraging him to rest early, she left his room.

After Emmett placed his phone on the bedside table and headed to shower, his phone buzzed with a new message.

Mrs. Deleon, pausing at the doorway, turned back to glance at Emmett’s phone. The screen displayed a message from Ms. Curtis.

“I’ve arrived home. Wishing you a good night’s sleep.”

With a frown, Mrs. Deleon scrolled through Emmett’s messages with Eileen, finding nothing amiss, yet she remained uneasy.

Checking Emmett’s phone, Mrs. Deleon was immediately drawn to a photo in the gallery.

She clicked on it and recognized Eileen’s face, which made her expression darken.

“That’s Eileen Curtis,” she murmured.

Only two new photos linked to Eileen were on Emmett’s phone, yet even this slight connection unsettled her.

Nevertheless, she quickly controlled her emotions, placed the phone exactly as she found it, and exited the room.

On Friday, Eileen arranged for dinner to be ready by five o’clock. She and Emmett enjoyed the meal together.

“We’ll begin the training after we eat,” Eileen said. “Milford is scheduled for tutoring at seven, so we should finish in time to avoid working late tonight.”

They engaged in light conversation and hastened to finish eating. Instead of heading upstairs, they started their session right at the reception desk.

As the evening progressed, Emmett and Eileen sat side by side by the window, bathed in the gentle glow of the room’s warm lighting.

Just then, Mrs. Deleon pulled up at the gate. Spotting the scene as she exited her car, her demeanor visibly darkened, and she rushed inside with a frown.

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