Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Chapter 7:

Eileen’s eyes grew wide with surprise. The idea of going to her place had caught her off guard.

“Bryan!” Vivian reappeared, nestling into Bryan’s embrace with a playful smile. “My high school graduation photos are missing, and they’re not giving them to me. Come and help me out here!”

With those words, she rose, took hold of Bryan’s hand, and led him away through a sea of people.

Eileen sat up straight, turning Bryan’s suggestion over in her mind. The reporters gathered there weren’t just aiming to snap pictures; they would certainly attempt to halt their progress for interviews if given the opportunity. If Bryan ended up drinking too much, it would be a simple task for someone from Oak Villas to intercept them. It was a given that individuals would be waiting at the Dawson Mansion’s gates as well.

Compared to these scenarios, her home was indeed a safer option, yet it wasn’t the sole choice available.

As Eileen waded through her uncertainty, the crowd began to thin out. Jacob made his way to Eileen and spoke, “Bryan’s had too much to drink. Bring the car around, and I’ll assist you in getting him inside.”

“Thank you, Mr. Meyer,” Eileen said. Grateful for Jacob’s offer, she left to fetch the car. She parked at the entrance of the D.V. Club, exited the car, and opened the door to help Jacob with Bryan.

Bryan slumped into the seat, his head lolling to the side, visibly intoxicated. It was a first for Eileen, witnessing Bryan in such a state.

“He’s never been one to drink heavily. Vivian’s presence must have thrilled him!”

This remark led to a burst of laughter, with Vivian turning a shade of red and retreating into Bryan’s embrace.

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“Miss Curtis, I’m entrusting your care. Please be cautious on your journey,” Kian said, turning to Eileen with a smile.

After closing the car door, Eileen offered a brief nod.

“Warren, Miss Warren, Mr. Meyer, I’ll be taking Mr. Dawson home now.”

Vivian waved goodbye but whispered a complaint to Kian.

go and

said, denying her request

departed with Bryan. As predicted, Oak Villas

apartment on quieter roads, Eileen found

keep driving until dawn?” Bryan’s low, raspy voice broke the silence from

ability to speak indicated he

Dawson, perhaps I should book a hotel room for you?” Eileen suggested

stated, his voice

of speaking, yet Bryan continued, “Alternatively, we could just park by the roadside and spend the night here.” He stressed the final words significantly, leaving her no room to

her reservations, she evaded the reporters in pursuit and headed for her home. The moment they

Bryan was already there, leaning against the doorframe. The moonlight stretched his shadow

unable to meet his eyes. She typed in the

password?”

her birthday. The door clicked open, and she gestured for him to enter. “Welcome, Mr. Dawson,

out a soft

floor-to-ceiling windows, hoping to deter any reporters from taking photos. Such an incident

waist. Bryan’s body was close against hers, making her pause. Bryan rested his chin on her shoulder, his breath warm against her ear, causing a shiver to

the lounge; let’s make this our spot from now on,” he

hand guided her to face him, her expression one of worry

Dawson, Miss Warren has returned. We shouldn’t carry on like this,” Eileen

a look that seemed to challenge her words. “Oh? Don’t need the money anymore? Since

authority over the beginning of their tumultuous relationship. The mix of alcohol and smoke clung to Bryan, enveloping Eileen as he drew closer. “Eileen, I’ve never

pondered whether his words were a critique of her transition from assistant to mistress, or for breaking protocol on Vivian’s behalf that evening. Bryan’s gaze was intense as he held her close. Taking a deep breath, Eileen finally looked up at him. “Mr. Dawson, I refuse to be a home

chuckle. “A

believed. She was Bryan’s wife, after all. Even if he didn’t acknowledge her, calling her a home wrecker wasn’t fair. But now, with Vivian in the picture

Her

said, his voice a mix of allure and command that clouded her thoughts. Eileen struggled to grasp what he meant. She wanted to challenge him, to question

“Mr. Dawson…” she began.

“We’re not at work. Call me

Eileen felt a turmoil inside her, making it hard to meet his gaze. It wasn’t until Bryan scooped

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