Brian simply acknowledged, "Understood."

He had no intention of keeping ties with Eleanor.

If not for the unforeseen child, his relationship with Rosalynn might already have been amicable.

“Given the current circumstances, why not come to my place with Rosalynn for a meal?" Debora added.

Although Brian agreed with the idea, bearing in mind Rosalynn's present feelings towards him, he replied, "Maybe you should extend the invitation. I worry she might reject my proposition."

Upon hearing this, Debora laughed softly, chastising, “You're really hopeless, aren't you? Alright, I'tl call her.”

Indeed, he felt incapable of handling Rosalynn.

Despite being a prominent figure in the corporate world, managing just one woman proved challenging.

Frustrated, Brian ended the call and walked to Eleanor's ward.

Fresh from her shower, Eleanor was clad in enticing black lingerie, her hair cascading in lush, soft waves.

In the subtle lighting of the room, her silhouette played a captivating dance.

Seeing Brian, she perked up and gracefully moved towards him, her hips swaying in rhythm with each step.

“Mr. Hughes."

Eleanor's heart brimmed with anticipation as she saw this as their first chance to be alone together.

She perceived this moment as a golden opportunity and was determined to seize it.

Dressed seductively, she was confident in her ability to captivate Brian.

If she could enthrall him completely, she might still have a chance to become his wife.

Brian's gaze scanned her briefly before averting.

"This is a hospital room. What are you wearing?" His voice was icy, slicing through the air.

Eleanor sidled closer, a playful smile on her lips, and gently grasped his arm.

“I've just showered. I thought you might find hospital clothes distasteful."

Brian disengaged his arm from her grip, settled on a nearby sofa, and turned on his Laptop.