Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 10

Chapter 10:

Judie made her way to the elevator, carrying the package. “Let’s drop the curiosity, shall we? I’m not privy to all the details of her life. We’re not roommates. There was a time when her stepmother came between my husband’s parents, causing a rift in the family. She grew up with her stepmother, and I don’t really know anything else.”

In just a few sentences, Judie cast a shadow over Ruby, branding her a homewrecker, and by extension, telling everyone that Eileen had been raised by that woman. Judie was implying that a homewrecker like Ruby couldn’t raise anyone better.

Silence filled the room as everyone digested Judie’s insinuations. By the day’s end, the company was buzzing with whispers and rumors.

Back at her desk, Eileen mulled over Judie’s behavior and couldn’t suppress a sneer. The property Judie and Roderick wanted was in high demand and pricey, located in a desirable area with excellent schools nearby. Even a modest two-bedroom apartment there was priced over a million dollars. Roderick’s contribution of fifty thousand dollars seemed insignificant. They were practically asking her to buy the place for them.

Eileen received a text from Judie shortly after, apologizing for the mix-up with the delivery, saying it was meant as a gift for Eileen. It was initially intended to be sent home. Redirecting it to the office was supposed to avoid delivery issues, not to spark a scandal.

This wasn’t the first time Judie had engaged in such questionable actions, only to follow up with insincere apologies and rationalizations. Eileen sent a firm reply: “I’m not in a position to assist with your housing issue. If you’re keen on staying in the company, I advise you to act appropriately. Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to take strict measures.”

Judie received the message and went quiet, prompting Eileen to focus on her work.

Later that day, around five p.m., Eileen accompanied Bryan to a dinner event. En route, Bryan got a call from Vivian. He was reviewing some documents, so he opted to put the call on speaker.

“Bryan, will you visit me today?” Vivian inquired.

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“I’m pretty busy today. I have a dinner event scheduled,” Bryan responded.

A sigh of disappointment came from Vivian. “How about tomorrow?” she asked.

“The company is in the midst of a significant project currently. My schedule might not permit a visit. You should concentrate on your recovery for now. I’ll drop by when time allows,” Bryan said, his attention still on the documents, leaving no room for Vivian’s hopes of a visit anytime soon. Eileen caught a glimpse of his expression through the rearview mirror. His expression was cold, yet she recalled the hidden softness and warmth of his lips.

on intimacy. She had never initiated such moments with Bryan, but memories of their past encounters lingered. His hands, now

to distance herself from these recollections. Unexpectedly, Vivian voiced another query. “Bryan, what do you

dimmed display, mirroring his distinct features. “What do you want

“If you’re unsure of her looks or name, is there anything else you remember about her?”

red light, Eileen applied the brakes, a nervous lump forming in her throat as Bryan’s expression tensed, a sign he was sifting through his memories. Eileen’s hands grew damp

recalling where Eileen had studied. It was the sole detail he could remember about his

spoke, her voice tinged with disappointment. “But Southlake Technology University graduates tens of thousands each year. Do

don’t,” Bryan

car, grateful that

the call ended, and Bryan turned his attention back to the documents, though his glance briefly met Eileen’s. The setting sun cast a warm glow on her profile, illuminating her skin and softening

focused on the gathering, seemingly oblivious to Bryan’s earlier conversation on the phone. Upon arriving at

and partake in drinks with them on such occasions when one of the assistants approached with a bottle of whiskey to pour her a glass. A large

for her,” Bryan stated, with a cigarette casually resting between his lips. The smoke framed his eyes, and his shirt hung loose, adding unintended

doctor’s warning against alcohol, offered an apologetic smile to the assistant. “My apologies, just stick to water,” she said. Her position as an

room buzzed with toasts to Bryan, who managed the situation with ease, steering the discussions toward future collaborations. As

man in a silver-gray suit interrupted the flow. He walked in with a confident smile, stopping behind Bryan to rest a hand on his shoulder. “Mr. Dawson, it’s been a while. You’re making quick decisions. We have an interest in this project as well. But it seems like you’re nearly

of Jonathan Mueller. In the business realm, where rivalries were as common as partnerships, the Mueller family stood as Bryan’s most formidable challenge. The history of competition between their families was

the room to accommodate Jonathan’s presence. Taking his place beside Bryan, Jonathan casually draped an arm over the chair’s back, offering Bryan a smile. “Today, I’m not here to challenge you for the project. What do

the pie you’re after, there are

Mr. Dawson. I’m talking about the project

point. “That’s out of the question. What you proposed isn’t sharing; it’s spoiling the whole

of his family, most of his ventures

processed Bryan’s candid refusal. He then

in a bid to save face. Eileen, caught in his attempt

mere assistant, speak to me this way?” Jonathan said. He stood up and walked toward Eileen, intending to place his hand on her shoulder. However, Bryan caught his wrist and pulled him back with so much force that Jonathan stumbled back into his chair. Looking up, Jonathan saw