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.”

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

to Kian’s arm, her eyes flitting with thoughts, she requested, “Come

with a playful jab, asked, “Tired of

can leave now…”

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 for might unveil, Eileen was ready to face it without

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

Eileen responded, offering a warm smile before returning

throughout Apex Group. Amid the day’s chaos, Eileen

penetrating gaze often met hers, laden with unspoken thoughts. Eileen knew better

without much happening between her and Bryan, and soon, it was almost time

a surprise planned for Bryan tonight at the

the evening. Eileen was hesitant, but before she could decide what to do, she received the details from

Room 520, 7 P.M. Thank you

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

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

approach of the evening. “We can

one’s critical,”

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

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

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

their destination. The limited space

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

silhouette hesitated as a sudden burst of light unveiled a celebration in wait. The room

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 view. They were Vivian’s schoolmates as well. Eileen’s face remained stoic,

stood motionless, caught in a moment of uncertainty. As the cheer ebbed under Bryan’s unimpressed demeanor, attention flitted between him

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

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.

no blame should fall

the slightest smile, a gesture that seemed more diplomatic than joyful. “Let’s just

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