Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 6

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.”

pick you up this afternoon. You’ll

with thoughts, she

“Tired of Bryan, are

understand. You can

leaving Eileen to her thoughts. Composure had returned 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

offering a warm smile before returning to

felt throughout Apex Group. Amid the day’s chaos, Eileen navigated a stream of urgent tasks, her presence in Bryan’s office frequent as she facilitated

Bryan’s penetrating gaze often met hers, laden with unspoken thoughts. Eileen knew better than to engage, focusing instead on her work and keeping

was almost time to get off work. However, a text from Vivian

a surprise planned for Bryan tonight at the O.V. Club. Could

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

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a steadying breath, Eileen texted back an acknowledgment. Approaching Bryan’s office, she rapped on the door with a measured double tap. Bryan’s voice, resonant and inviting, called

she said, “Mr. Dawson, there’s been a

at the clock, noting the approach of the evening.

one’s critical,”

“Hand over the paperwork.

papers she had prepared concerning the urgent matter with Quasar and left without delay. Sliding behind the wheel, she navigated the car smoothly from the underground parking lot.

city, a beacon of opulence. It wasn’t foreign to either of them; its luxury served as a backdrop to many

as Eileen pressed the button for their destination. The limited space

with an air of familiarity, his gaze capturing the room number. He paused at the entrance to Room

with swift steps, nudged the door open to a room shrouded in darkness. Bryan’s silhouette hesitated as a sudden burst of light unveiled a celebration in wait. The room bloomed to life, awash with roses and the soft glow

familiar faces from Bryan’s university days, came into view. They were Vivian’s schoolmates as well. Eileen’s

stood motionless, caught in a moment of uncertainty. As the cheer ebbed

doing,” she said, her eyes

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

Bryan’s hand. “Please, no blame should fall on her. It was my plea

the slightest smile, a gesture that seemed more diplomatic than joyful. “Let’s just not have a repeat of this,” he

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