Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 11

Chapter 11:

Bryan’s kiss denied Eileen any chance to protest. The confines of the elevator felt increasingly narrow. Every slight noise was magnified, his steady breathing and the pounding of Eileen’s heart included. The elevator announced its arrival with a chime. Bryan’s gaze drifted downward, taking in Eileen’s flushed cheeks and the delicate pink of her lips.

A smirk crossed his face, a silent testament to his intimate knowledge of her reactions, confident in her inability to resist him. The sound of footsteps echoed from outside, signaling an imminent encounter. Swiftly, he removed his coat, placing it around her shoulders, and lifted her into his arms, exiting the elevator before anyone could get a closer look.

Eileen made no attempt to escape his hold. Presenting herself in such a disheveled state would only draw unwelcome scrutiny. As they emerged, a group of men and women fixed their stares on them, watching as Bryan left with Eileen in his arms.

Just before slipping into the car, Eileen caught snippets of their conversation, a hint of recognition in their tones. “Was that Bryan? Coming with Vivian?”

“They were just in the elevator…”

Had she and Bryan encountered acquaintances? This was not good. Bryan secured her in the car and took his place in the passenger seat, his back to the onlookers. His demeanor was one of complete disinterest, yet Eileen couldn’t bring herself to look back; the fear of recognition was too great.

With her thoughts hastily reorganized, she started the car, driving away from the scene. At a junction, her eyes flickered to Bryan. Since he settled into the car, he had been unusually silent, reclining in his seat without stirring. His eyes remained closed, radiating an intimidating aura. It seemed he was asleep.

Taking a deep breath, Eileen continued driving, steering towards Oak Villas. Having been the driver for Bryan for three years, she was no stranger to the guards at Oak Villas, greeting them with a nod as they passed.

She requested their assistance to help carry Bryan into the house. Once inside, she removed his coat, tossing it onto the bed, and set a glass of warm water on the nightstand. Without hesitation, she left. For the sake of her own peace, she preferred to spend an extra hour on the road rather than bring him back to her place.

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She got back to Springvale Lane around 1 a.m., took a speedy shower, and headed upstairs to get ready for bed. Lifting the pillow, she discovered a check hidden beneath it—half a million dollars. His generosity was astonishing, even more so than during their time at the company lounge.

The discovery chased away her sleepiness, leaving her to ponder over the check. Her initial thoughts remained unchanged: refusing the money and confessing to Bryan sooner wouldn’t guarantee his forgiveness. But somehow accepting the money brought a heavy burden to her heart.

She turned and cracked open the small drawer, taking a deep breath to soothe her nerves. What choice or dignity was left for her now? A bitter smile curled her lips as she picked up her phone to text Emilio.

“Dr. White, could you help arrange the new medicine for my mother? I’ll come by when I can.”

It was late, and Emilio was likely asleep, so she received no reply. Setting her phone aside, she attempted to rest, but restlessness kept her awake for nearly an hour until sleep finally claimed her.

Deep in slumber, she was jolted awake by a sudden weight on the bed. A dark figure settled beside her, his presence startling her.

Bryan’s voice, low and near, broke the silence. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers lightly. “Eileen, you’re

back to Oak Villas. Eileen’s eyes flicked to the digital clock on the nightstand.

I don’t understand what you mean by that,” Eileen responded.

the window casting enough light for them to clearly see the expressions on each

seem to have an excuse for everything. It’s no use arguing with you,” Bryan

actions conveyed more than words ever could, and it seemed he did it on purpose, leaving her feeling both exhausted

a moment

on Eileen, yet Bryan’s shoulder bore a precise line of bite marks, and his back was scratched, some marks deep enough to bleed. As Eileen’s energy waned, she fell into a deep sleep before he could disentangle himself from her embrace, her brows knitted

brought him a sense of contentment. Drifting off once more, he held her quietly. The morning light crept in, yet failed to rouse them until the abrupt ring of the

closed, Bryan reached out

where are you?” Vivian’s voice filtered through the

inhaled deeply before responding, “At

mixture of surprise and concern. “It’s after seven already. Why haven’t you

voice rough from sleep, admitted, “I drank too

time to savor the moment. Silently, she slipped out of bed and hurried downstairs, her restless night evident in her bloodshot eyes and

to apply some makeup, Bryan entered the room. He stood a full head taller than her, their eyes meeting in the mirror’s

should take today off. Rest for the day,” he suggested, his tone leaving no room

hesitated before inquiring, “Will my salary

a hint of dissatisfaction, replied,

stopped and made way for him. “I’ll fix you breakfast. After you eat, you can head to the

waiting for his reply, she moved to the kitchen, bustling about with a sense

noticed the absence of his toiletries from the previous day. Opening the

frown involuntarily. It turned out it was her culinary skills that had her… She seemed eager to see him off. Though he wished to discuss

set out for the hospital to cover medical expenses. She headed to Emilio’s office to request the bill, telling him, “If my mom asks, don’t mention we’ve upgraded the medication for now.” Emilio, without lifting his eyes from his

was about to respond, Emilio handed

“Eileen, where are you?” Vivian’s voice carried a note of anxiety. Before Eileen could formulate a response, the

you need from me?” Eileen queried, puzzled by Vivian’s eagerness to meet. The sound of a car door opening and closing echoed on Vivian’s end. “We’ll discuss it in person. Just tell me which hospital you’re in,” Vivian

before ending the call. She then handed over the payment documents to Emilio. She bypassed waiting in Ruby’s ward, heading directly to the orthopedics department for medication for her legs, keen on keeping her terminally ill mother’s condition a secret from

roadside. Approaching Vivian, Eileen greeted her, “Miss Warren.” Vivian’s eyes fell on the medication in Eileen’s grasp

her knee. “I injured my knee, so Mr. Dawson granted

expressed her sympathy. “I apologize for the