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.

voice, low and near, broke the silence. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers

at her decision to send him straight back to Oak Villas. Eileen’s eyes flicked to the digital clock on the nightstand. It

what you mean by that,” Eileen

her shoulder, the dim illumination from the window casting enough light for them to clearly see the expressions on each

for everything. It’s no use arguing with

words ever could, and it seemed he did it on purpose, leaving her feeling both exhausted and sore, marking her body deliberately. Even leaving visible signs on her collarbone, Eileen doubted she could

she began to retaliate. This was not a moment

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

her face as she bit him, which brought him a sense of contentment. Drifting off once more, he held her quietly. The morning light crept in, yet failed to rouse them

closed, Bryan reached out

Vivian’s voice

inhaled deeply before responding,

and concern. “It’s after seven

his voice rough from sleep, admitted, “I drank too much last

momentarily captivated Eileen, though she had little time to savor the moment. Silently, she slipped out of

just as she was about to apply some makeup, Bryan entered the room. He stood a full head

for the day,” he suggested, his

guard, hesitated before inquiring,

hint

made way for him. “I’ll fix you breakfast. After you eat, you

moved to the kitchen, bustling

the absence of his toiletries from the previous

discerning palate was evident when he saw the same breakfast as before, causing him to frown involuntarily. It turned out it was her culinary skills that

to request the bill, telling him,

Just as Eileen was about to respond, Emilio handed her the completed bill, prompting her to set her phone aside and proceed with the stack of files to

she forgot to reply to Vivian, who, growing impatient, called her. “Eileen, where are you?” Vivian’s voice carried a note of anxiety. Before Eileen could formulate a response, the hospital’s paging system announced

is there something 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

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 Vivian,

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

so Mr. Dawson granted me

look, Vivian expressed her sympathy. “I apologize for the inconvenience. I’ll