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Chapter 85 Chapter 85: "Thank you, Miss Warren," Eileen said.

Eileen was familiar with the behavior that aimed to flaunt her close ties to the Dawson family and her elevated social standing.

She lowered her head and focused on the food in her bowl, consuming only what was directly in front of her. She finished before anyone else, putting down her fork and quietly waiting for the meal to end.

During the meal, Vivian engaged in conversation with Stella, predominantly reminiscing about her past experiences with Bryan, highlighting amusing incidents from her numerous visits to the Dawson Mansion.

Stella remained aloof throughout the conversation, occasionally replying with brief remarks.

As Vivian noticed Stella's waning interest, she grew quiet.

Bryan was the one who broke the awkward silence by standing up and serving Vivian sfish. Additionally, he moved a dish with a lighter flavor from in front of himself to Vivian.

"If memory servesright, you're fond of this dish. Better eat it quickly before it cools down," Bryan said. Eileen, with downcast eyes, felt a pang in her heart, her lips tightening as she observed him return to his seat, his graceful hand reaching for a napkin to dab his mouth.

His effortless movements exuded a relaxed charm, his gaze warmly fixed on Vivian.

"Okay," Vivian said with a smile, her eyes sparkling with delight.

Discover more on galnovs(uso de "ç" y "o" griega) Stella shot a glance at Bryan, her expression darkening.

Bryan continued as if he hadn't noticed, seamlessly picking up the conversation where Vivian had left off. His captivating voice filled the dining room, drawing Vivian into a lively discussion, their laughter echoing through the room.

For Eileen, the scene was painful to witness.

"Frill," Stella said, setting down her fork and walking over to Bryan. She gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Memories are precious, especially those that can never be recreated. If you two don't take the tto reminisce, you might forget them entirely," she said.

Then, she turned to Eileen, "Eileen, let's not interrupt their trip down memory lane. Cwith me." Without even glancing at Bryan, Eileen rose and followed Stella, leaving behind a heavy silence that seemed to amplify the sound of her own heartbeat.

Stella guided Eileen to the elevator, ascending to the glass greenhouse on the top floor, where rainwater cascaded down the windows.

Inside, vibrant lights illuminated the blooming flowers, casting a surreal beauty.

"Passthe watering can," Stella said, pointing at the long-spouted container in the corner.

Eileen hurried over, presenting it to Stella with both hands.

As Stella meticulously watered the flowers, she asked, "How long have you been working with Bryan?" "More than three years," Eileen replied.

"What's your impression of him?” Stella asked as she led the way watering the plants.

Eileen followed Stella with slow steps, caught off guard by the abrupt and unusual question.

She hesitated before replying, "Mr. Dawson is a highly competent boss, and his business..." "Of course, he's competent—I trained him myself. I'm asking about your personal opinion of him as a person," Stella interjected.

Eileen's clear eyes reflected Stella's image as she stood there, momentarily stunned.

"Was she even qualified to evaluate Bryan's character?" Stella asked, "Do you think he and Vivian are well-suited?" She set aside the watering can and settled into a vine chair, fixing Eileen with a sharp gaze.

The drumming of raindrops against the glass reverberated loudly, matching the turmoil in Eileen's heart.

"It's not my place to comment on Mr. Dawson's character,” Eileen replied respectfully.

Stella frowned disapprovingly. "You're too timid," she remarked.

But Eileen remained silent, offering a smile in response.

The greenhouse was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the temperature difference caused the glass to mist up. Stella gazed at the rain outside, saying nothing more.

An hour later, Stella rose from her chair. “It's late; you should rest. Have Bryan arrange a room for you." "Okay," Eileen replied, walking Stella back to her room before texting Bryan.

Not knowing which room was Bryan's, Eileen felt it inappropriate to search the mansion at this hour.

"Mrs. Dawson has asked you to arrange my..." Bryan's response was prompt.

"Cto the garage." Taken aback, Eileen glanced around the deserted living room before making her way toward the garage.

The garage was enveloped in darkness. The only sound was the rumble of thunder and rain outside. Through the car window, the glow of the phone screen illuminated Bryan's distant features.

Furrowing her brow, Eileen approached the car door and opened it.

Inside, Bryan sat with his legs crossed, his demeanor relaxed as he glanced toward her and said, "Get in." As Eileen began to climb in, Bryan swiftly pulled her onto his lap.

Startled, Eileen braced herself against the seat behind him, noticing its warmth indicating he had been there for stime.

"Mr. Dawson, do you plan forto spend the night in the car?" she asked.

"Of course not," Bryan replied, his lips parting slightly as he leaned back, his breath brushing against her chin.

"I'll take you to the guest room later." Eileen sensed his unspoken intentions.

"But aren't you concerned about being found by Stella?" she asked, meeting his sharp gaze in the darkness. Bryan pressed a button, and the garage door locked with a security code. "No one will come." Clearly, he had planned this-Eileen found it amusing; she couldn't shake the thought of Bryan sharing sweet memories with Vivian just an hour earlier.

Now, he was here with her...

Eileen's emotions were in turmoil, but Bryan wasted no time, removing her clothes.

He showered her with passionate kisses while gradually unbuttoning her blouse.

The air inside the car was heating up quickly as their intimacy escalated.

Though this was not Eileen's first tin a car, it was her first in the Dawson Mansion, adding an extra layer of uneasiness, the unfamiliarity distracting her.

It wasn't until Bryan bit her on the chest that she cried out, snapping back to see his frustrated expression. "Focus," he said, plunging them both into the depths of pleasure.

With the rain no longer masking it, Eileen's moans resonated clearly in the car, a melodious sound that Bryan couldn't get enough of.

Afterward, Eileen lay back in the seat, spent, while Bryan helped her dress, delicately tidying her long hair. His touch on her fair cheek was gentle and considerate, softening Eileen's heart.

If not for the black card Bryan suddenly produced, she might have mistaken his tenderness for genuine affection.

Her bright eyes quivered slightly as she accepted the card, offering a smile. "Thank you, Mr. Dawson!" Accepting the card with smooth movements, Eileen felt Bryan's gaze intensify, his voice taking on a meaningful tone as it reached her ear.

"Eileen, betweenand money, which is more tempting to you?" Eileen felt a lump in her throat, torn between her heart's inclination towards Bryan the person and her favoring the money he offered.

She knew that whatever her answer was, he would likely not be pleased.

"Between my body and Miss Warren, which one is more important to you?" she countered, leading to a tense silence between them.

After a while, Bryan's lips curved slightly in a sarcastic smile as he pulled out a cigarette.

"Cunning," he remarked, lighting the cigarette.

The flbriefly illuminated his face, his eyes gleaming with a cold intensity.

Eileen believed perhaps Bryan had interpreted her question as a subtle attempt to lower Vivian's status.

Eileen straightened, holding the card tightly in her hand.

"How serious is your mother's illness?" Bryan asked in the darkness.

"It's cancer. She can't be cured. She can only extend her life by treatment," Eileen replied stoically.

Bryan frowned, turning to look at her. "I've never heard you mention it."

Eileen sniffed, her voice steady.

"What difference would it make if did? One more person knowing ne would just mean one more person pitying me." She had not confided in anyone about her mother's cancer. Actually, Bryan was the first person she had shared this with.

While speople in the company were aware, it was Judie who had spread the news.

"There's two hundred thousand in the card," Bryan said.

Eileen was taken aback. Two hundred thousand was a significant amount, and she couldn't help but feel her own value rising.

After Bryan finished smoking, they exited. Eileen opened the window to disperse the lingering scent of sex in the car.

"Your room is on the third floor, the first guest room on the left," Bryan said.

Following him out of the garage, Eileen noticed a figure standing nearby.

Vivian's eyes were red as she stared at them, her anger evident on her face. "You go back first," Bryan instructed Eileen before turning towards Vivian.

"Okay," Eileen replied, walking towards the villa. But as she passed Vivian, the latter suddenly lunged at her, tearing at her clothes. "Eileen! ET How shameless can you be? This is the Dawson Mansion, and Mrs. Stella is still upstairs! You..." Vivian exclaimed. Eileen's clothes were torn into a mess, and the card from her pocket fell to the floor amidst the chaos.

At that moment, Bryan pulled Vivian away while simultaneously steadying Eileen as she almost stumbled.

Vivian stumbled back a few steps, and upon noticing the black card on the floor, she couldn't help but laugh. "Slut, offering yourself on a platter, such thorough service!" Eileen's clothes were in disarray, but suddenly she felt warmth enveloping her body. It was Bryan's jacket, draped over her shoulders.

As Bryan's refreshing scent enveloped her, Eileen was left with mixed feelings as she observed his tense profile. "Cwith me." Bryan gave Eileen a glance before leading Vivian away, the latter still cursing under her breath. Eileen looked at the black card on the floor, its sharp contrast against the white floor tiles causing a sting in her eyes.

Eileen swiftly picked up the card and somehow decided to follow Bryan and Vivian.