Chapter 237: Chapter 237

Chapter 237:

Eileen’s face brightened upon reading further. Without further ado, she scampered downstairs, not bothering to dry her hair. Perhaps anticipating her arrival, Bryan had left the door slightly ajar.

Pushing the door open, Eileen was greeted by the tantalizing aroma of spaghetti. “Come over and wash your hands,” Bryan called out. The air carried a delicate scent of cherry blossoms lingering from Eileen’s recent shower.

Bryan looked up and saw that Eileen’s hair was still damp. Moreover, her natural beauty shone through without a trace of makeup. Her eyes held a captivating allure.

“How did you know I’m hungry?” Eileen asked as she settled into her seat to eat.

Bryan walked to stand behind her and gently dried her long hair with a towel. He replied, “You didn’t eat much at lunch, and I figured you didn’t have a hearty meal upstairs, either. I just knew you’d be hungry working this late.”

Despite her slender frame, Eileen’s appetite was always great. She made it a point to have three meals a day. Since Eileen had come downstairs in a hurry, she had forgotten to bring a hair tie. So, Bryan improvised, twirling a strand of her hair around twice to keep it in place for the time being.

It wasn’t until Eileen had finished her food that she noticed the neatly tied knot of her hair. Running her fingers over it, she was taken aback. “Have you ever practiced tying a woman’s hair before? Did you pick up this skill for someone else?” she asked Bryan.

“I happened to come across a tutorial online and learned it. Figured it might come in handy someday,” Bryan replied meaningfully. He meant that his hair-styling skills weren’t honed specifically for Eileen.

A thought came to Eileen’s mind. Leaning closer, she whispered, “Do you want a daughter?”

I@†€$† ¢♄₳þŧëяŞ In Ġalπøνεlş.cøm “I have always had a preference for daughters over sons.” Bryan’s expression softened.

Eileen arched an eyebrow. “On that case, don’t we have a daughter? Let’s not use condoms from now on.” Bryan gazed at her in silence for a moment. Then he rose abruptly and walked to the entryway, grabbing a newly opened box.

Inside the box were various types of condoms Bryan had prepared. Eileen was taken aback for a second and blurted out, “It’s not too late to return them, is it?”

The moment her words left her lips, Bryan swiftly emptied the box. The colorful bags sprawled across the table. Meeting her gaze, he asked, “Which one do you like? Take your pick.” It was clear he was turning down her suggestion to have a child. Was he ready for parenthood, or perhaps he understood the risks of having a child at this particular juncture?

Bryan then asked, “What did my grandmother say?” Noticing Eileen’s expression, he sensed that her proposal was anything but lighthearted.

Eileen looked away, straightened her posture, and said, “Your grandmother didn’t say much. I merely mentioned the idea of a child casually. We are not married yet, and I know what I should do.”

Bryan believed what she said. He thought that even if Eileen had been aware of the fact that having a child was related to his chances of becoming the Dawson family’s heir, she wouldn’t risk bringing a child into the equation now. He believed she was pragmatic enough to understand the potential risks involved and wouldn’t jeopardize the safety of their future child.

Nudging the packs of condoms towards her, he said, “Take your pick. Let’s give each type a try, shall we?”

The assortment of condoms left Eileen momentarily speechless. Gathering them back into the box, Bryan carried them into the bedroom. Then, he put the condoms into the drawer of the nightstand for easy access.

Eileen instantly regretted her decision to come here. She said to Bryan, “You are taking advantage of me, aren’t you? I came here to eat, not to do anything else.”

Her knees weakened at the sight of Bryan carefully selecting several condoms in different colors. Without lifting his gaze, Bryan responded, “Do you honestly think the two rounds in the morning would compensate for the five days I’ve spent yearning for you?”

Eileen felt resigned. She believed Bryan’s desire for her was too much. After selecting a couple of condoms, Bryan closed the drawer before finally turning to face her, enveloping her in a tight embrace just as she was about to flee.

His solid chest pressed against her body, and she could feel the heat radiating from him. As she settled into the bed in his arms, she couldn’t help but ask, “Do you actually like me, or do you simply like having sex with me?”

Bryan shifted to the side, propping his head up with one hand, his expression grave as he explained, “There are only two reasons a man might resist having sex with a woman: Either he doesn’t truly love her, or he is incapable of it.”

His earnest explanation left Eileen speechless. Still, she wanted to resist. “I can go to the party with you tomorrow night. But if you leave too many marks on my body tonight, I won’t be able to wear my gown.”

“I will do my best not to leave too many marks,” Bryan said, though the depth of his love for her made such restraint challenging. Seeing that she was about to protest further, he leaned in and silenced her with a kiss, unleashing his suppressed desires and fiery passion.

His commitment to using each type of condom was evident.

After Eileen woke up the next morning, her eyes fell upon several discarded condom wrappers of various colors in the trash. It became evident that he hadn’t just used each type of condom last night; he had used more than that! He had still left marks on her body, her neck now covered in hickeys.

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