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.”

full height, Kian told Vivian, “I’ll come pick you up this afternoon. You’ll go home and lay low for

flitting with thoughts,

jab, asked, “Tired of Bryan, are you?

understand. You can leave

Kian gone, Vivian slipped back into Bryan’s office, leaving Eileen to her thoughts. Composure had returned to her more swiftly than she had anticipated, her resolve firming. Whatever Vivian was searching

Vivian departed with Kian, she gestured to Eileen with

warm smile before returning to her

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

hers, laden with unspoken thoughts. Eileen knew better than to engage, focusing instead

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

for Bryan tonight at the O.V. Club. Could you assist

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

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

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

noting the approach of the evening. “We

critical,”

over the paperwork. Meanwhile,

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. Bryan joined her as she

city, a beacon of opulence. It wasn’t foreign to either of

for their destination. The limited

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

darkness. Bryan’s silhouette hesitated as a sudden burst of light unveiled a celebration in

gaze, tender yet expectant, met Bryan’s, his less-than-pleased expression greeting her as she announced, “Surprise!” Friends, familiar faces from Bryan’s university days, came into

suddenly, his unreadable look directed at Eileen, who stood motionless, caught in a moment of uncertainty. As the cheer ebbed under Bryan’s unimpressed

herself between Bryan and Eileen. “This was my doing,” she said, her eyes on his. “It’s me you should be upset with, not Eileen. It was all for a

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

blame should fall on

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

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