Chapter 698:
Suppressing the urge to rush to Eileenâs side, Bryan turned his attention to Jonathan. He strode over and delivered a sharp kick, sending Jonathan crashing to the floor.
Without a word, Bryan unleashed a torrent of punches and kicks on Jonathan, his anger evident. âI told you sheâs mine! Donât ever touch her!â Bryan growled fiercely as he continued to beat Jonathan with increasing force.
Jonathan soon began to cough up blood.
Josue and Jacob rushed to Bryanâs side to stop him from actually killing Jonathan. âThat shameless bastard, Brandon has fled!â
âGo after him!â Bryan growled through clenched teeth before walking toward Eileen.
He quickly removed his coat and knelt beside her, draping it over her with care.
Eileen leaned into him, pressing her face against his chest.
Warm blood seeped onto Bryanâs skin, feeling like liquid fire that could sear through his flesh. It made his heart ache with a profound, almost unbearable intensity.
âWhere does it hurt?â Bryan swept Eileen into his arms, his voice laced with concern as he carried her toward the exit. âIâll take you to the hospital now.â
Eileen gripped his arm, shaking her head. âNo more hospitals, please. Letâs just go home.â
The hospital was a place of pain for her, a constant reminder of loss. She had felt desperation because of Ruby and Bryan being in the hospital before. The very word made her shudder.
Bryanâs grip tightened around her waist, his eyes searching hers for a moment before he relented. âAlright, weâre not going to the hospital.â
As Bryan carried Eileen past Jacob, Jacob draped his suit over Bryanâs shoulders. The sight of Eileen and Bryan exiting the hotel was strikingâBryanâs broad back covered by the suit, and Eileen wearing the hospital gown he had given her.
gⱯlnÏνð®âsâ¤cøm is a world of wonder Gently, Bryan settled Eileen into the car. Before she could get comfortable, a screech of tires and a sickening thud ripped through the air.
Eileen and Bryan turned their heads toward the source of the noise, only to witness Brandon engulfed in a fiery explosion. Brandon had fled recklessly into traffic, collided with a car, and been thrown into a live power line. His body sparked and convulsed before falling limp onto the pavement.
âHeâsâ¦â Eileenâs voice caught in her throat as she turned to Bryan. Brandon was, after all, Bryanâs father.
Bryanâs knuckles whitened as he gripped the door, but he turned his gaze away quickly. âHe got what he deserved. He owed my mother a life, and now, heâs paid his debt.â
Bryan then leaned in to unbuckle Eileenâs seatbelt, slid behind the wheel, and sped away, leaving the gruesome scene behind.
Outside, the city was a symphony of honking and hustle. But inside the car, it was quiet.
Eileen almost felt like this wasnât real. She leaned back, her eyes glued to Bryan. Bryan had tossed his suit jacket in the back, leaving his upper body bare. The streetlights painted him in shadows and highlights, all sculpted muscle and raw masculinity.
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