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.”

up this afternoon. You’ll go home and lay low for a

thoughts, she requested, “Come pick me up after lunch with

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

You can leave now…” Vivian

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

with her phone, signaling a promise to

a warm smile

surrounding Bryan and 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

gaze often met hers, laden with unspoken thoughts. Eileen knew better than to engage, focusing instead on her

was

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

by the rumors, had cleared Bryan’s schedule for the evening. Eileen was hesitant, but before

Club, Room 520, 7 P.M. Thank you so

Bryan’s office, she rapped on the door with a measured double

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

of the evening. “We can reschedule the

one’s critical,”

purpose. “Hand over the paperwork. Meanwhile, ready

navigated the car smoothly from the underground parking lot. Bryan joined her as she drove past the gate, evading the

in the vibrant heart of the city, a beacon of opulence. It wasn’t foreign to either of them; its luxury served

enveloping them as Eileen pressed the button for their destination. The limited space brought her inadvertently

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

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

announced, “Surprise!” Friends, familiar faces from Bryan’s university days, came into view. They were Vivian’s schoolmates as well. Eileen’s face remained stoic, betraying none of her

caught in a moment of uncertainty. As the cheer ebbed under Bryan’s unimpressed

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

feeling the weight of Bryan’s 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 hand. “Please, no blame

gave the slightest smile, a gesture that seemed more diplomatic than

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