Chapter 944: Chapter 944

Chapter 944:

Meanwhile, Bryan headed back upstairs to tidy up the bedroom where he and Eileen had been intimate the previous night.

Gabriela was clinging to her mother. If she were to come upstairs to visit Eileen later, she would likely notice these things, which could have a negative impact on her.

As Leyla watched Bryan’s retreating figure, her face broke into a warm smile, and she murmured, “It seems some joyful news is on the horizon.”

However, she mused that if she hadn’t been around, Bryan and Eileen might have spent the day indulging in their passion, perhaps their intimate activities had been significantly curtailed due to her presence in the household. That could hinder the progress of Eileen getting pregnant.

Leyla gazed down at Gabriela, lost in thought. But if she weren’t around, Gabriela’s presence would also hinder the progress because no one was attending to her needs.

As nightfall approached, Eileen was still asleep, while Bryan had finally run out of ways to keep Gabriela occupied. Gabriela made a dash for the stairs, and after being thwarted by Bryan multiple times, she finally saw her chance and darted into the bedroom.

“Mommy, coming—” Just as she spoke, Bryan firmly grasped the back of her neck and led her away. She let out a sigh and didn’t resist as Bryan led her downstairs. Eventually, Bryan agreed to get her the slide she had been eyeing for so long, and the house turned completely quiet.

However, Gabriela’s voice earlier had roused Eileen from her slumber. As she slowly opened her groggy eyes, she felt her entire body sore. She remained motionless, lying on the bed for an extended period, until the sound of the door creaking open broke the silence.

Discover your escape on g aln ov el s .com Noticing she was awake, Bryan approached her and asked, “Want to get up and have something to eat?”

With a sudden jolt, Eileen sat upright and clutched a lock of her hair, her eyes blazing with accusation. “Why did you cut my hair?”

“I didn’t cut it.” Bryan frowned.

“You’re the one who cut it with an eyebrow trimmer.”

“Impossible…” Eileen’s eyes welled up with tears. Her gaze became soft and vulnerable as she protested, “I’ve treasured my hair for years. How could I possibly want to cut it off?”

Bryan spoke in a gentler, resigned tone. “How could I possibly want to cut your hair? Your eyebrow trimmer is still lying in the sink. Go check for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

Eileen’s expression was one of utter bewilderment as she snuggled back under the quilt. “You were the one who asked me to drink last night. You cut my hair when I was drunk…”

Bryan wanted to keep denying, but the words caught in his throat, especially when he saw Eileen’s tear-filled eyes. He sighed and said, “Fine, fine. Regardless of who’s to blame, I’ll take full responsibility. Please, don’t cry.”

“Okay.” Eileen quickly turned her head and pulled the quilt up to her chest, but the hickeys on her neck and collarbones were still clearly visible.

With a serious look, she asked, “No matter what I ask of you, are you really going to agree?”

“Yes,” Bryan said, raising his hand as if taking an oath. “I’ll agree to anything you ask.”

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