Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 6

Chapter 6:

Uncertainty flickered across Eileen’s eyes, masked by her dense lashes. “That’s a question for Mr. Dawson,” she suggested gently.

Vivian was perplexed. “I’ve asked him. He insists he’s in the dark, though I doubt that. Even though his wife was chosen by his grandmother, he must know something about her, don’t you think?”

Eileen could only respond with a shake of her head. “In all my time here, I’ve never seen Mr. Dawson seek out that information. Whether he’s had others look into it, I can’t say.”

The disbelief was evident on Vivian’s face, her mind grappling with the idea of Bryan not pursuing the matter.

Eileen considered for a moment before replying, “Perhaps Mr. Dawson is waiting for the right moment, needing his grandmother’s say-so for decisions like a divorce.”

Vivian pondered the response, then said, “That’s valid. Yet persuading Stella might prove difficult without his wife’s support.”

The smile on her face began to wane as she felt a sense of burden creeping in.

“I can’t take this on myself. Bryan doesn’t need the added stress,” Vivian muttered.

The moment Kian emerged from the office, Vivian’s concern propelled her to his side.

“What happened? Did you do something to Bryan?” she inquired, a note of anxiety in her voice.

“We just had a conversation,” Kian assured her, though his attention seemed anchored on Eileen. He leaned in, resting his hands on Eileen’s desk.

“Miss Curtis, expect Vivian here more frequently. If she steps out of bounds, I apologize in advance,” he said.

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Eileen held his gaze, her demeanor steady.

“Understood.”

Kian told Vivian, “I’ll come pick you up this afternoon. You’ll

thoughts, she requested, “Come pick me

playful jab, asked, “Tired of Bryan, are you? Planning

understand. You can leave

to her more swiftly than she had anticipated, her resolve firming. Whatever Vivian was searching for might unveil, Eileen was ready to face it without

with Kian, she gestured to Eileen with her phone, signaling a promise

responded, offering a warm smile before returning to her

Vivian had vanished as swiftly as they had erupted, yet the ripples were felt throughout Apex Group. Amid the day’s chaos, Eileen navigated a stream of urgent tasks, her presence in Bryan’s office frequent

hers, laden with unspoken thoughts. Eileen knew better than

much happening between her and Bryan, and soon, it was almost time to get off work. However, a text

planned for Bryan tonight at the O.V. Club.

rumors, had cleared Bryan’s schedule for the evening. Eileen was hesitant, but before she could decide what to do,

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rapped on the door with a measured double tap.

entering, she said, “Mr. Dawson, there’s been a change for this evening. There’s a new dinner

glanced at the clock, noting the approach of the evening.

critical,” Eileen

purpose. “Hand over the

concerning the urgent matter with Quasar and left without delay. Sliding behind the wheel, she navigated the car smoothly from the underground parking lot. Bryan joined her as she

in the vibrant heart of the city, a beacon of opulence. It wasn’t foreign to

Eileen pressed the button for their destination.

chime, Bryan stepping forward with an air of familiarity, his gaze

of light unveiled a celebration in wait. The room bloomed to life, awash with roses and the soft glow of candles encircling Vivian, resplendent

greeting her as she announced, “Surprise!” Friends, familiar faces from Bryan’s university days,

motionless, caught in a moment of

Vivian approached, positioning herself between Bryan and Eileen. “This was my doing,” she said, her eyes on his. “It’s me you should be upset

gaze, managed to keep her composure, despite knowing she was part of the ploy. But shouldn’t this be a moment of joy for Bryan, with Vivian orchestrating such an elaborate gesture? Yet, Bryan’s gaze lingered on Eileen, who finally spoke. “Mr. Dawson, the fault is mine. I’m prepared for

to Eileen’s defense, took Bryan’s hand. “Please, no blame should fall on her. It was my plea that

smile, a gesture that seemed more diplomatic than joyful. “Let’s just not have a