Chapter 42:
Vivianâs questions struck Eileen directly, yet she didnât seem overwhelmed. With a slight smile, she responded with ease, âWarren, your kindness was intended for the identity of Dawsonâs assistant, not for me. And as Bryanâs assistant, I have done all within my power to assist you. Even if I am not the one who has been intimate with Bryan, as his assistant, it is not my place to divulge his secrets. I owe you no apology. After all, you are not Bryanâs wife.â
In the car, Eileenâs voice rang with clarity and conviction. She held the steering wheel with one hand, turning slightly to face Vivian.
Vivian paused, taking a moment to grasp the implications of Eileenâs words. âYouâre distorting the facts! I didnâtââ she began.
âIf I were not Bryanâs assistant, would you have considered befriending me?â Eileen cut in before Vivian could finish.
Vivian was taken aback. She glared at Eileen, her teeth clenched in anger. âDo you even deserve to be my friend? I belong to the Warren family! And you? Eileen, youâd do well to keep your distance from Bryan if you understand your place.â
âIf Bryan really matters so much to you, why approach me instead of confronting him directly?â Eileen replied, taking a deep breath and rolling down the car window halfway to ease the tension.
The underground parking lot was cold, causing Eileen to wrap her coat more tightly around herself. âYou come to me because you know you canât sway Bryanâs decision. Not even you, with all the prestige of the Warren family, can do that. So, what makes you think I can?â
Eileenâs tone made it unclear whether she was being sarcastic or self-critical. A fleeting sadness appeared in her eyes. She genuinely didnât understand Bryanâs intentions. Was his interest in her purely physical? She questioned whether she was unfit to be his wife, thus maintaining their secretive bond. Did he plan to conceal her indefinitely?
Vivian said, âI never imagined youâd resort to such cunning tactics. Are you attempting to drive a wedge between Bryan and me by telling me to confront him? Youâre shameless! Have you ever scrutinized yourself in the mirror to assess your worthiness for Bryan? Are you aware of the stature of the Dawson family?â
Stay tuned galnovð¢ðµð¼.coð After a pause, she continued, âDo you presume superiority merely because youâve been his assistant for a short time? Spare me the absurdities. Itâs no wonder you were left adrift after your parentsâ separation. If you fail to recognize your station, Iâll make you understand your place in Bryanâs heart!â
Vivian cast a scornful glance at Eileen, exited the vehicle, and hastily entered the elevator, fuming. Raised amidst privilege, she had always been surrounded by the finest life had to offer, doted on by her parents and brother, exuding an inherent grace.
Vivianâs leaving image remained in Eileenâs thoughts, persistent and haunting. Resting in the car, Eileen reclined her head against the seat, staring into the darkness of the parking lot. When her parents got divorced, the way they looked at her was like they were looking at trash. If not for Rubyâs intervention, she would have been destroyed by those looks.
Even now, the memory caused her heart to ache profoundly. What fault was hers in her parentsâ divorce? And what had she done wrong now, caught in the dilemma between Bryan and Vivian?
A wave of bitterness overtook Eileen. She inhaled deeply, fighting to alleviate the burden weighing on her heart.
Elsewhere, Bryan checked his watch in a secluded area. Half an hour had passed since Vivianâs arrival, yet Eileen was nowhere in sight. Annoyance flickered in him. At that moment, Vivian offered him a glass of vodka. He inquired, âWhereâs Eileen?â
âShe was in her car when I last saw her. Claimed she had some matters to attend to, likely conversing with her boyfriend over the phone,â Vivian answered, her previous vehemence replaced with a radiant smile as if the confrontation in the parking garage had never occurred.
Bryan set the glass on the table, a crease forming between his brows as he stood up. He moved towards the door with determination.
âBryanâ¦â Vivian rose hastily and followed, her voice trailing off. Her call captured the attention of Kian and Jacob, who paused their game to watch Bryan stride across the room.
Bryan had almost reached the door, his hand nearly grasping the handle, when it swung open. Standing outside was Eileen, her emotions buried deep, her demeanor as calm as ever. In her clear eyes was the reflection of Bryan, his handsome features marked by an aloof expression.
After a brief pause, she inquired, âMr. Dawson, do you need anything from me?â
Bryan pulled his hand back, gliding it into his pocket, his observation of her discomfort evident, yet he chose to remain silent. Turning, he returned to the sofa and settled into its inviting cushions with ease. âNo. Just come and sit here,â he said, gesturing to the adjacent sofa.
Eileen closed the door gently behind her and took the offered seat. Although she had been part of Bryanâs private gatherings many times, a sense of unease washed over her today. The roomâs opulence was on full display, from the glittering array of drinks on the table to the marble floors and crystal chandeliers above.
As his driver, Eileenâs place was waiting in the car, yet she found herself beside him more and more often, partaking in the hospitality offered. The juice here had become a favored treat for her since she had tried it for the first time. Its presence on the table had become a comforting constant since then. Today was no different, with her preferred drink positioned directly before her.
Vivian extended a cocktail towards Eileen. Looking up, Eileen met her gaze, which, though smiling, hinted at underlying sharpness. âEileen, I realize now that I misunderstood you earlier. Please accept my apology. Being new here, there are many things Iâm still learning. Letâs not hold any grudges,â Vivian said. Eileen now believed Vivianâs performance was so convincing that she could easily have a stellar career in acting.
Eileen didnât expose Vivian. With a smile, she responded, âMiss Warren, thereâs no need for such formality. Iâm merely an assistant carrying out my duties. Thereâs no need for apologies. After all, any overtime I work gets compensated by Mr. Dawson. Should there be any errors, theyâll affect Mr. Dawson, not me.â
Accepting the glass from Vivian, she then placed it back on the table, adding, âI apologize, but I need to drive later. I canât indulge in alcohol.â
Bryan observed the exchange, lounging with one leg over the other, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The smoke veiled his sharp features, yet his keen gaze lingered on Eileen. He watched her silently, raising an eyebrow but offering no comment.
Kian set aside his phone, approached Vivian, playfully ruffled her hair, and remarked, âWhy are you apologizing to her? Bryanâs the one whom you should be apologizing to. Youâve inadvertently caused him trouble.â
He guided Vivian to sit next to him, handed her a glass of wine, and shifted the conversation to a lighter tone.
Jacob approached Eileen with wine in hand, pulling up a chair to join her. âHowâs your boyfriend doing? He hasnât been online gaming lately.â
âHeâs injured his hand. He needs a few days to heal,â Eileen explained.
âThat explains it. I was puzzled why such an avid gamer was absent. I feared heâd lost interest,â Jacob said.
Noticing Eileenâs glances toward Bryan and the Warren siblings, Jacob shifted the topic. âDo you have any hobbies?â he inquired.
Eileenâs eyes briefly met Bryanâs before she looked away. After a momentâs thought, she answered, âWork. Earning a living.â
Jacob chuckled, âThatâs rather mundane. Much like Bryan, always engrossed in work. Despite being heirs, Kian and I find ample leisure time. Bryan, however, only joins us when called upon, never of his own accord. Do you think something might spur him into action?â
Eileen remained silent, her expression unfazed.
Jacob asked directly, âIs Vivian giving you a hard time?â
Eileen shifted subtly, avoiding a glance as she observed the colorful drinks sprawled across the table.
Jacob continued, âSheâs quite transparent; I can sense it. She learned about your relationship with Bryan, right? Sheâs intelligent, aware that antagonizing Bryan isnât wise, so she targets you instead. And KianâIâve had reservations about him for a while. He overly indulges his sister, which isnât doing her any favors. Just a note of cautionâunless youâre certain Bryan will support you, itâs best not to offend Vivian.â
Jacobâs gaze lingered on Eileen. He couldnât help but add, âIâve known you for quite some time, and itâs hard to watch you caught up in this. Help me encourage your boyfriend to spend more time gaming with us, and if you face any troubles in the future, Iâll offer my help.â
A small smile tugged at Eileenâs lips. Among Bryanâs acquaintances, she found Jacob to be the most approachable. She harbored a sense of fondness for him, though she was aware their friendship had its limits. It was clear Jacob enjoyed gaming, often seeking to connect with Huey over it.
âMr. Meyer, youâre joking, surely. If gaming is what youâre after, reaching out to Huey directly would be your best bet. Heâs always up for a game,â Eileen said.
âYou might not be aware, but your boyfriend has blocked me. Before doing so, he called me a scumbag,â Jacob said. Eileen was taken aback by this revelation.
Jacob continued, âIâve tried adding him again, but got no response. Fortunately, he hasnât deleted me in the game, so I can still keep tabs on his gaming activity.â
A nagging sense of unease took hold of Eileen, though she couldnât pinpoint the cause. âIâll speak to him about it later,â she said.
Jacobâs eyes lit up with anticipation. âPlease do. Tell him Iâm willing to invest in his gaming ventures! He ought to show some respect to me. Had it been anyone else who blocked meâ¦â He trailed off, mimicking a throat-slitting motion, which drew a smile from Eileen.
Presenting Eileen with a cocktail, Jacob said, âHere, take this cocktail. Donât worry about your ride home. My driver will ensure you get back safely.â
Eileen paused before taking the drink, feeling a bit down and hoping the drink would lift her spirits. Her ability to handle alcohol proved sneakier than she had anticipated. After finishing the two glasses of wine Jacob offered, she began to feel the effects, with a part of her eager for more.
Recognizing the potential for things to escalate, Jacob intervened to prevent Eileen from drinking more and called Bryan over, saying, âI had no idea her tolerance was so low! Sheâs starting to feel the effects after just a couple of glasses!â
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