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.”

“I’ll come pick you up this afternoon. You’ll go home

Vivian clung to Kian’s arm, her eyes flitting with thoughts, she

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

won’t understand. You can leave

her more swiftly than she had anticipated, her

she gestured to Eileen with her phone, signaling a

course,” Eileen responded, offering a warm smile before returning to

they had erupted, yet the ripples were felt throughout Apex Group.

unspoken thoughts. Eileen knew

without much happening between her and Bryan, and soon, it was almost time to get off work. However,

Bryan tonight at the O.V. Club. Could you assist in getting

cleared Bryan’s schedule for the evening. Eileen

7 P.M. Thank

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

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

of the evening.

critical,”

over the paperwork. Meanwhile, ready 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

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

Eileen pressed the button for their destination. The limited space brought her inadvertently closer to Bryan,

with a soft chime, Bryan stepping forward with an air of familiarity, his gaze capturing the room number. He

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 of candles encircling Vivian, resplendent in salmon, her allure amplified by 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

look directed at Eileen, who stood motionless, caught in a moment of uncertainty. As the cheer ebbed under

herself between Bryan and Eileen. “This was my doing,” she said, her eyes on his.

shouldn’t this be a moment of joy for Bryan, with Vivian orchestrating such an elaborate gesture? Yet, Bryan’s gaze lingered

Bryan’s hand. “Please, no blame should fall on her.

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

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