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.”

afternoon. You’ll go home and lay low

thoughts, she requested, “Come pick me up

asked, “Tired of Bryan, are

won’t understand. You can leave now…” Vivian

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

gestured to Eileen with her phone, signaling a promise to reconnect. “Stay

offering a warm smile before returning

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

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

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

surprise planned for Bryan tonight at the

for the evening. Eileen was hesitant, but

Room 520, 7 P.M. Thank you so

she rapped on the door with a

a change for

glanced at the clock, noting the approach of the evening. “We can reschedule the lesser

critical,” Eileen

with purpose. “Hand over the paperwork. Meanwhile, ready

passed him the 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 drove past the

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

the elevator together, silence enveloping them as Eileen pressed the button for their destination. The limited space brought her inadvertently closer to Bryan, his

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

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

Bryan’s, his less-than-pleased expression greeting her as she announced, “Surprise!” Friends, familiar faces from Bryan’s

caught in a moment of uncertainty. As the cheer ebbed

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

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

blame should fall on her. It was my plea that

gave the slightest smile, a gesture that seemed more diplomatic

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