Chapter 156: Chapter 156

Chapter 156:

“If you’re not afraid I’ll kill him, go ahead and take care of him,” Bryan said, his voice cold. After applying ointment to the last scratch, Eileen tossed the swab into the trash. The room fell silent for a few moments before she broke it. “I have to go to the hospital anyway. I need to check on Milford. I don’t know how he’s doing.”

She couldn’t shake the image of Milford getting beaten up by those thugs yesterday without uttering a single word. He had stayed with her instead of running away, even though he could have easily escaped. Milford reminded her of Roderick.

“I’ll take you there later,” Bryan said, scrolling through his phone, his brows furrowing at something he saw. Eileen glanced down at the oversized shirt she was wearing. “I don’t have any clothes here.”

“When Jacob and Phoebe arrive, you can tell Phoebe what you need,” Bryan said, standing up and glancing at her.

His eyes lingered on her legs, visible beneath the black shirt, long and slender. He swallowed hard, memories of last night flooding back. Those legs had mesmerized him all night. He wasn’t satisfied, not even close. Suppressing his restlessness, Bryan headed to the bathroom. He paused, remembering something, and went to retrieve a new set of toiletries from the cabinet.

“Come freshen up. They’ll be here soon,” he told Eileen, leaving no room for argument. Eileen hesitated briefly, then followed him into the bathroom. The sink was large enough for two. Bryan handed her the toiletries, clearly meant for women.

Eileen unwrapped the toothbrush and squeezed out some toothpaste. As she started brushing her teeth, she caught their reflections in the mirror. Bryan glanced at her, noticing how she was a head shorter than him, and he arched his eyebrows.

Half an hour later, Bryan descended the staircase from the second floor. Jacob and Phoebe had already arrived. Bryan strolled over, lazily gesturing upstairs. “Eileen’s in the first room on the left side of the second floor.”

“Okay,” Phoebe replied, heading up with the clothes she had brought for Eileen.

gαℓησν𝒆ℓs․com brings you fresh updates Bryan sank into the sofa, fiddling with his phone contentedly, wearing a faint smile. Jacob clicked his tongue before sitting next to Bryan. “Look at you. You slept with Eileen last night, didn’t you? But you’re having a hard time in Wist Land now, and you’ve ticked off the Blake family. What’s your plan?”

Bryan glanced up as if he didn’t care. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Jacob said. “I got a call from my father this morning. He’s cut me off. He won’t let me give you the money.” He sighed, crossing his legs. “He must have known I’d help you, so he froze my assets in advance. Now, because of you, I had to tell him even when I bought a loaf of bread.”

Bryan’s frown deepened, his demeanor growing serious. “Feeling the heat now?” Jacob gloated. “Reality’s tougher than you thought. Your project is short on funds. Only one man in all of Wist Land can help, Mr. White, but he happens to be Arthur’s uncle.”

So, Bryan’s original plan to get Mr. White’s investment was destined to fail. Phoebe’s gaze made Eileen feel uneasy as she entered the room. Eileen stood up, took the clothes from Phoebe, and got changed in the cloakroom. When she emerged, she said with embarrassment, “Why did you buy this dress?” The dress’s square collar did nothing to conceal the marks on Eileen’s body.

“Wow!” Phoebe grinned. “Looks like you had quite a night. We’re both adults. What’s there to be shy about?” Eileen was speechless. Her ears turned red as she futilely tugged at her collar.

“I have a question for you,” Phoebe said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Is Bryan any good in bed?” Phoebe looked serious, waiting eagerly to hear about Eileen’s sex life with Bryan. But Eileen rolled her eyes and ignored the question.

Phoebe leaned closer with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I’ve heard that a man with a high nose is good in bed. Is that true? You’ve had many suitors this year, yet you turned them all down. Are you still hung up on Bryan? Do you just want to sleep with him, or are you looking for a serious relationship?”

“Phoebe!” Eileen snapped, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at Phoebe. “He’s just average, and no, I don’t want to sleep with him!”

Her eyes flashed angrily at Phoebe. “If you’re so curious, why don’t you try Jacob yourself and leave me out of it!” Phoebe’s grin widened, but it quickly faded when she noticed the man standing at the door. “I’m just asking about your experience,” she said.

Eileen had been keeping her temper in check in the presence of Bryan before. Now, she decided to vent all her frustration to Phoebe. “Fine,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Since you asked, I’ll tell you. You’re better off without a guy like Bryan. He sucks in bed. Now, let’s go downstairs—”

When she turned, she suddenly saw Bryan. Phoebe, sensing the tension, stood up and quickly fled the room. Bryan narrowed his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. “Seems like my services aren’t appreciated by my employer. I suppose I need to improve.”

The weight of his dangerous gaze made Eileen’s heart race. Eileen instinctively took a step back, frowning. The noon sun filtered through the French windows, casting a golden glow on her graceful figure. Her smooth skin gleamed, and the faint hickeys on her collarbone made Bryan frown.

After a pause, he moved to the closet and pulled out one of his T-shirts. “Put this on,” he ordered sharply. Eileen took the shirt and put it on. It was large for her, but she tied the hem, making it look stylish with her dress.

When she descended the stairs with Bryan, the house was quiet. Jacob and Phoebe had already left. Bryan whipped up a quick meal. They ate in silence, then made their way to the hospital.

In the VIP ward, they found Milford and Raymond. Milford and Raymond were both clad in the standard blue and white hospital uniforms, sharing the same room. Milford had a bruised face and a sprained ankle. He was sitting on the bed when Eileen entered. Seeing her, he instinctively tried to get out of bed but quickly gave up, turning his head away in awkwardness.

Raymond appeared unscathed, and Eileen wondered why he was also in the ward. Reading her confusion, Raymond rolled up his sleeve, revealing a wrist wrapped in gauze. “My wrist is injured,” he explained.

Eileen nodded. She set her bag on the couch and moved to Milford’s bedside. Bryan called Raymond out of the room, leaving Eileen and Milford alone.

“You’re an idiot!” Milford couldn’t control his anger once he was alone with Eileen. “I have nothing to do with you! Why did you come to save me? If you hadn’t shown up, I’d just get a beating. Arthur wouldn’t dare kill me anyway!”

Eileen remained silent, letting him vent. Milford, despite his rough words, was fiercely loyal to his friends. “Don’t ever come to save me next time!” he exclaimed. Then, realizing something, he added, “No, I’m sorry. There won’t be a next time!”

Eileen couldn’t help but laugh. “You must have picked that up from your grandmother. If you say something bad, you have to apologize.”

Milford’s face flushed with irritation. “What are you laughing at? My grandmother always said there are powerful deities in the sky watching over us. So if I say something wrong, I should apologize.”

“She’s right,” Eileen agreed, sitting down. “Didn’t she also tell you to study hard?”

Milford glared at her, momentarily speechless. Eileen smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s over now, and I’m fine. Why are you still angry? Besides, you’re still a kid. We adults have our own ways of solving problems.”

Milford snorted. “What would you have done if Bryan hadn’t shown up? Were you planning to jump off the building?”

Eileen marveled at Milford’s perceptiveness. He could read her thoughts from the slightest expression. She replied, “Well, I didn’t jump, did I? And the problem got solved.”

Milford grunted again. “Only Arthur is dealt with,” he said dismissively. “I heard Raymond’s been on the phone a lot. Bryan’s in trouble because he offended the Blake family.”

Eileen’s eyes widened as she remembered what Phoebe had mentioned. Bryan had been in deep water, and it seemed the tides were only rising against him now. She pressed her lips together and turned toward the door. Through the frosted glass, she could make out the blurry outline of Bryan’s silhouette.

A slight crack in the door allowed snippets of the conversation between Bryan and Raymond to filter through, but the words were muffled. Even so, Eileen could hear that Raymond’s voice carried an unmistakable note of anxiety.

“I want to leave the hospital,” Milford said. “The doctor said I could go home. Why are you guys keeping me here?”

Eileen turned to him, her brow furrowed. “Did the doctor really give you permission to leave?”

“Yes!” Milford replied, his impatience clear. “Raymond was supposed to discharge me, but instead, he’s been stuck here with me.” Milford couldn’t quite make sense of this.

Hearing that, Eileen was also confused. At that moment, the door swung open. Raymond entered, a strained smile on his face. He grabbed his phone from the bed and started to walk out. But then, he paused. In his haste, he had grabbed his phone with his bandaged hand. Shifting the phone to his other hand, he turned guiltily to find Eileen looking at him.

“I’ve been so busy that I forgot I was hurt. I really need to take it easy,” he said and quickly left the room. After a brief conversation in the hallway, Raymond returned to the ward with Bryan, settling back onto the bed. He told Bryan and Eileen, “Thank you for visiting, Mr. Dawson and Ms. Curtis. Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of Milford.”

Eileen nodded. “Thank you, Raymond. I appreciate you looking after Milford.” She felt a pang of sympathy for Milford. Arthur’s wrath had been aimed at her, and Milford had been caught in the crossfire.

Raymond cast a quick glance at Bryan and said to Eileen, “Ms. Curtis, could you handle some of my responsibilities for the time being? Official work and Mr. Dawson’s personal matters—you’re familiar with them. This should be an easy task for you.”

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