Chapter 207: Chapter 207

Chapter 207:

Zola swiftly moved in front of Eileen, exclaiming, “The woman’s trying to attack again; stop her!”

The police, catching on late, rushed forward and restrained June on the ground. June’s long hair clung to her cheeks, dust mixing with her sweat as she protested, “This is all your fault, you—”

Before she could finish, the officers firmly subdued her, causing her to wince in pain.

“Apologies, Mr. Dawson, Miss Curtis, for the scare,” one police officer said as June was escorted away.

Zola had instinctively stepped back, her expression marked by concern. Eileen watched as June was led away. If June had the audacity to attempt violence right outside the police station, it indicated that she wouldn’t easily be unsettled by Eileen earlier at the hotel. What exactly was June trying to accomplish just now?

“Are you okay, Eileen?” Zola asked, her face reflecting genuine worry, as if they had just faced a dangerous criminal.

Eileen nodded, glancing at Zola’s protective stance. “Thank you, Miss Murray.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s getting late. You should head back and rest now.” Zola withdrew her hand and glanced at Milford, saying, “We should head back, too.”

“Let’s go.” Bryan swiftly pulled Eileen close with his arm as he moved past Zola, leading her down the steps.

Eileen felt a mix of gratitude and concern. She knew Zola had come to the police station for her sake and thought it polite to at least bid her farewell. However, as Eileen got into the car, Bryan took the driver’s seat and started the vehicle without even lowering the window to say goodbye.

Milford and Zola remained on the steps, watching as Bryan’s car drove away.

Updates loaded now at gαℓησνeℓs․com Zola stood there for a moment, the evening wind blowing her hair across her face.

“Are you not leaving?” Milford walked to the car, glanced back, and noticed Zola hadn’t moved.

“Coming,” Zola responded as she smoothed her hair back and walked to the car. She had just clicked her seatbelt when Milford’s voice made her pause, asking, “Did you know that woman?”

Zola glanced casually at him and asked, “Which woman?

You mean your tutor, Ms. Curtis?”

“No, I mean the one who was taken into custody, June,” Milford responded, his irritation evident.

Zola’s expression hardened due to his attitude, and she said, “Focus on your studies instead of spouting nonsense. Why would I know someone like her?”

With that, she started the car and drove away, her face calm as if they had just been discussing something casual.

Milford wondered if he was reading too much into it, but from his perspective, it had looked as though June had rushed straight toward Zola.

He dismissed the thought and turned to look out the window, watching the scenery zoom by.

“What? Are you worried about Ms. Curtis?” Zola asked.

“She… The incident happened on her way to the tutoring session. As her student, isn’t it natural for me to be concerned?” Milford scoffed dismissively in response.

Zola then turned to him and questioned, “Denzel just called Bryan to find out why Ms. Curtis hadn’t picked up Adalina, and Adalina would inevitably learn about what happened. So why hasn’t she gone to the police station to see Eileen? Yet, you insisted on coming to the police station with me?”

“Are you done?” Milford glared at her with impatience and said, “What does it matter to you if I’m concerned about Ms. Curtis? How does my worrying about her affect you?”

“My issue is that you seem to care more about her than you do about me. You couldn’t even bother to send me a Christmas greeting, but you made sure she got one,” Zola retorted firmly, fixing Milford with a serious gaze.

Milford hesitated for a moment before responding, “I… Wait, did you look through my phone? Who gave you the right to check my phone without permission!”

With the roads nearly empty late at night, Zola drove swiftly. The speed of the car didn’t affect her conversation with Milford.

She said, “As your guardian, I have the right to check your phone. Answer my question.”

“What the hell is your problem?” Milford erupted, clearly upset. “What you did is a violation of my privacy, don’t you get that? I don’t need a guardian who doesn’t know how to respect my privacy! You say I care more about Eileen than you, but that’s because she shows me more care than you do!”

His sharp reply resonated through the car, causing Zola’s face to darken. She exclaimed, “She only cares about you because she is paid to, pretending to be like a mother to you for money. Do you really think she genuinely likes you? I only take care of you because you are related to me. People who aren’t your family won’t care for you unless there’s money involved!”

Both of them uttered the harshest words to each other.

After a while, the car pulled over to the side of the road, and Milford got out, slamming the car door with a loud thud. He then walked off into the deep night, his figure quickly merging with the darkness, his steps determined.

Meanwhile, Zola’s car sped off.

Following this incident, Bryan had a restless night.

In contrast, Eileen had a peaceful night’s sleep in his arms.

When she woke up the next morning and looked up, she was startled by his bloodshot eyes for a moment before she adjusted her position and moved to meet his gaze.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

Bryan’s warm hand rested on Eileen’s waist, the warmth from his palm penetrating her silk nightgown and warming her skin.

He nestled his head into the crook of her neck and murmured in a muffled tone, “It’s nothing.”

His voice was rough and deep, tinged with fatigue.

The warmth of his breath lightly grazed her collarbone causing a tingling sensation.

She held him close, idly playing with strands of his short hair, spending the entire morning lying beside him.

After sorting out some work on her phone, Eileen noticed Bryan was sleeping.

From time to time, he would open his eyes, give her a kiss on the cheek or lips, and then drift back to sleep.

By noon, Eileen was extremely hungry, her stomach audibly rumbling.

Bryan placed his hands around her thin waist before he leaned in to kiss her.

Then, he got up without saying anything, freshened up, and headed downstairs to make her some food.

He had left his phone behind, and just two minutes after he went downstairs, Raymond called him.

Eileen answered the phone, but before she could say anything, Raymond’s anxious voice came through. “‘Mr. Dawson, we couldn’t catch him. That manager is too clever. He’s booked a flight overseas, train tickets to another city, and tickets for buses and high-speed trains. We had people waiting at all these spots, but he didn’t show up at any. He was last seen driving east on the highway, and I’ve sent people after him, but I’m not sure they’ll catch him.”

Eileen recalled that Bryan had left in a hurry for work yesterday, and she had forgotten to ask why.

“What did he take with him?” she asked.

Upon recognizing Eileen’s voice, Raymond paused for a few seconds before replying, “He took the core documents of the project. If they’re leaked early, our project will be compromised.”

“Why would he do that?” Eileen asked again.

Raymond explained, “He did that for money. There’s been an unexpected million added to his account, and he… He was originally recruited from Onaland by Mr. Dawson. We’re not sure who gave him the money to do this.”

It might have been Brandon, or perhaps… Kian.

While Raymond had been speaking, Eileen had already moved downstairs and handed the phone to Bryan, who was busy in the kitchen.

Noticing the call had been connected for a couple of minutes, Bryan narrowed his eyes, glanced at Eileen, and then took the call. His voice was deep and authoritative as he instructed, “‘Move forward with Plan B; keep looking for him and manage the fallout at the same time.”

After hanging up, Eileen approached him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“1f you hadn’t been preoccupied with my situation last night, you might have caught him,” she said.

“He’s been plotting this escape for more than just a couple of days; nothing could have been done overnight. But we have a contingency plan; there’s no need for concern,” Bryan reassured her calmly. He then added, “1 didn’t mean to keep this from you; I just wanted to wait until you were in a better state of mind to discuss it.”

He worried that she might hold it against him for keeping things from her, just as she had done with the issue at the educational institution, which had caused him to criticize her.

His actions were not much different from hers.

“When have I ever been in a bad state of mind?” Eileen released him, leaned back against the cabinet, and said, “I had a good sleep last night, and I’m so hungry I could eat a large bowl of spaghetti right now. It seems you’re the one who’s in a bad state of mind.”

Having his thoughts exposed, Bryan’s facial features remained calm. He moved a few steps toward her, wrapping his arms around her.

They stared into each other’s eyes for several minutes as the pot next to them bubbled.

The aroma of the food filled the space between them yet Eileen detected a faint smell of smoke on Bryan.

Despite having showered the previous night, Bryan’s excessive smoking at the police station had left its mark.

Eileen gently kissed his chin.

“Stop it.” Bryan turned his head. He was always vulnerable to her charm.

But he wasn’t in the right mood now, and she needed to eat first.

He said, “‘From now on, don’t keep secrets from me. Tell me where you are at all times, and if you make a mistake, tell me right away. Don’t be scared; I won’t react harshly.”

He turned off the stove.

Eileen pressed her lips together. Was hiding her identity as his ex-wife a mistake?

It certainly wasn’t a huge one.

She wasn’t really afraid that he would react harshly; she was just scared that he would be angry.

Eileen wondered if there was a way to defuse Bryan’s potential anger.

Yet, no clear solution came to mind.

Her deep reflection caught Bryan’s notice. He had just set the spaghetti on the table and looked back to find her still leaning against the cabinet.

Knitting his brows together, he approached her and questioned, “You’re not keeping something from me, are He voice was firm as if he was almost certain that she was keeping secrets from him.

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