Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 23

Chapter 23:

The day brought an outing by the creek organized by the company’s staff. Eileen, haunted by Bryan’s text message, walked downstairs just in time to witness the preparations for the gathering.

Upon spotting her, someone from the group extended an invitation to the picnic. Eileen accepted the invitation, although spending time with colleagues was not her usual choice. Her days were often filled with work, leaving little room for social circles. Even during team-oriented events, she would always stay by Bryan’s side.

But today was different. As she left the confines of the hotel, she was greeted by the sun. Despite the heat, the light breeze offered a hint of relief, soothing her lingering headache.

It wasn’t long before she found herself amid a cluster of chattering colleagues, with the conversation veering towards the nature of Bryan’s feelings for Vivian.

“Miss Warren’s return has been lengthy. Mr. Dawson should have left his current wife to be with Miss Warren long ago.”

“You’re right. The media had much to say about Miss Warren. There were stories, but the Warren family managed to quiet them. But Mr. Dawson remained silent through it all.”

“Eileen, what’s your take on this? Doesn’t Mr. Dawson like Miss Warren?”

The group’s musings turned to Eileen, seeking her insight.

Clearing her throat, Eileen maintained her composure. “Mr. Dawson’s matters are his own. My insights aren’t any deeper than what you all already know.”

“You’re always around him, Eileen. Take a guess—we’re all ears.”

With a gentle shake of her head, Eileen replied, “Speculation isn’t my game. I’m as in the dark as you.”

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Amidst the nudges for a revelation, Eileen’s smile barely concealed her discomfort. Bryan’s private sentiments were a riddle to her as well.

“Perhaps Mr. Dawson’s affection for Miss Warren isn’t as profound as we think.”

The whisper from Roxanne Gomez in the secretary department sparked a wave of intrigue.

“Why would you say that?” someone asked.

Roxanne cast a cautious glance around before saying, “I couldn’t help but catch a snippet of conversation between Miss Warren and her brother today. There were tears—she was upset because despite sharing a room with Mr. Dawson, it seems their nights have been quite platonic recently.”

The implication hung in the air, leaving little to the imagination. Eileen’s understanding clicked. Vivian had deliberately made Bryan share a room with her; two evenings had passed without anything happening between them. Vivian must be frustrated about that.

Eileen knew Bryan had plans for the evening today, hinting at further disappointment for Vivian.

it’s payback from Mr. Dawson against Miss Warren,”

years she left him on his

was the one who left him before, after all. It’s natural for Mr. Dawson to be a bit mad at Miss Warren. But he’s

found herself silent, her thoughts a tangled web she couldn’t weave clarity from.

need some air. You guys

sought the tranquility of the creek-side floral tapestry, a spot the others had explored the

with the warmth of sunlight and the caress of the breeze. The

the field, Eileen let the hours slip by, even forgoing lunch. It was only as dusk began to paint the sky that she returned to the hotel for the evening meal. From

sat by Bryan, his face a mask of unreadable calm. She welcomed the group

the table among some

activities must have worn

table. The day’s

After all, it is our final evening here,” Vivian suggested,

it an early night today,” Jacob responded. “Tomorrow’s agenda is packed. I must

an early departure. Tonight, rest is also essential

flitted to Bryan,

rest it is,” she

eyes were kind, as

exchange didn’t go unnoticed. Nearby

Vivian’s cheeks as she spoke, her voice steady but laced with tension. “What’s so important tonight?

them quietly, wondering how Bryan would reply to

moment, Bryan turned to Eileen.

skipping a beat

crucial international meeting this evening. It involves

diligence. “That explains your morning calls. It was all

the weight of the table’s gaze lift slightly.

ensure the kitchen hurries with our meal? We

a nod, Eileen excused herself to

air was heavy with

was a silent affair for Eileen. Once done, she retreated to her room to organize for

arrived shortly, and his expression shifted upon seeing her diligence. A smile cracked his solemn demeanor. “Impressive.

laugh, knowing the complexities the evening held after Roxanne’s revelation. That was

unclear whether Bryan had done that

said, “Have a seat, Mr. Dawson. I’ll get you a cup

on the table before settling