Chapter 479
The sensation was delightful. She savored the feeling, enjoying the firm muscle beneath her fingers—it was irresistibly good.
“Don’t touch me!” Bryan warned, his voice carrying a teasing edge. “Are you trying to charm me?”
His discipline was firm, a solid wall against her playful advances.
Eileen’s rebellious spirit flared. She pushed Bryan down, her hands firmly pressing against his chest as she pinned him beneath her. “What do you mean? Don’t you find me attractive?”
Bryan’s expression remained neutral as he turned his gaze away.
However, the soft brush of Eileen’s hair against his chest stirred something within him.
“I can handle this,” Bryan muttered under his breath.
“Really?” Eileen raised an eyebrow, her lips glistening slightly as she licked them, intensifying her allure.
If Bryan truly resisted her, it would mean she had no sway over him.
Usually, Eileen played a more reserved role in their affectionate exchanges. Yet, when she let her teasing side show, Bryan often found himself at a disadvantage.
Eileen continued to tease, but didn’t push further. With a sharp breath, Bryan finally couldn’t bear it any longer.
In a swift movement, he caught Eileen’s roaming hand, lifted her effortlessly, and carried her into the bathroom.
The abrupt action left Eileen momentarily stunned, her mind hazy as the room spun around her.
Moments later, a low growl came from the bathroom. “Eileen, why? Why tempt me when you know it’s that time of the month?”
Eileen paused before replying, “Well… you were the one who said I couldn’t charm you. I was just trying to cheer you up, since you seemed upset.”
Bryan clenched his teeth. “Are you finding this amusing?”
Eileen shook her head, sensing his genuine discomfort.
“I’ll run some cold water for you and grab an ice-cold drink from the fridge in a bit,” she suggested, stepping out of the bathroom to give him space to calm down.
Twenty minutes later, Bryan was still visibly affected.
When he finally emerged from the bathroom, he found the drinks Eileen had taken from the fridge, now buried under a pile of ice on the bedside table. Gabriela was positioned in the middle of the bed, acting as a buffer, and Eileen had already dozed off.
In the middle-upper-class neighborhood where Huey and Bailee lived, the streets were alive with early risers.
Bailee hadn’t been in the area for long, but she had quickly gotten to know the residents. It was 9 p.m. when she returned home from the restaurant by taxi.