Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 30

Chapter 30:

Huey’s expression tightened as he faced Bryan, whose casual attire couldn’t obscure his imposing demeanor. Huey knew Eileen had been in the room with Bryan.

“I want to take Eileen to dinner. You’re welcome to join us,” Huey said, attempting to keep his tone light.

Bryan merely arched an eyebrow. “No need. Eileen has had dinner with me, and she has already gone to bed.”

Huey was momentarily lost for words, the refusal catching him off guard. “Is there anything else?” Bryan clearly wanted Huey to leave.

A fleeting look of unease crossed Huey’s face, an echo of earlier words painting Bryan as the dominant presence in his mind. “That’s all,” Huey said, retreating with a shake of his head.

With the click of the door closing behind Huey, the atmosphere shifted. Eileen, overhearing the exchange, clung to the blanket, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “Has he left?” she asked as Bryan reentered the room.

Bryan approached her with a teasing glint in his eye. “Feeling guilty? Perhaps it’s best to break up with him to spare yourself the guilt.”

Eileen fell silent, thinking of Bryan’s lack of remorse and his commitment to Vivian. Her internal objections were momentarily muted by his assertive presence, his longing palpable and undiminished. But the persistent chime of Bryan’s phone intruded on the moment.

Eileen nudged him to respond, but he was momentarily lost in the intensity of the moment. The phone’s incessant ringing eventually pulled Bryan back to reality, and he answered the call.

“Hello?” His voice was rough, as if cloaked in the earlier tension.

“Bryan, you went to Lakedale? Why didn’t you tell me? I came to the Apex Group looking for you, only to learn this from your—” Vivian’s voice was tinged with confusion and a hint of hurt.

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Bryan’s voice was steady but distant. “It was a sudden issue.”

“I could have joined you. When are you coming back?” After a pause, Vivian continued, “Who did you go with?”

Even without the speaker on, Vivian’s words carried through the space, audible to Eileen. Eileen’s gaze fell, her lips pressed together in quiet contemplation.

Holding her look for a moment longer, Bryan stood up. “Eileen’s here with me,” he declared before exiting the room.

Their conversation continued, its contents unknown to Eileen. Bryan’s tone was softer, a contrast to earlier. With a sigh of relief, Eileen allowed a bit of tension to leave her body, but a pang of sadness quickly followed, draining the warmth from her cheeks. She turned away, seeking refuge under the blanket, shutting out the outside world.

Upon Bryan’s return, he found Eileen asleep, her features eased but touched with concern. He watched her for a moment. Then, choosing tranquility over further disturbance, he quietly lay beside her, their sleep mingling with the night’s silence.

Eileen woke up, the worries of the previous day washed away in slumber. Dressed now in her work clothes, she checked the time. The clock was inching toward eight, her meeting set

waist. His sleep seemed troubled, a frown on his face. Quietly, Eileen penned a note, placed it near the clock for him to find, and slipped out of the hotel

known collaborator with Apex Group and a significant player in Lakedale. The urgency of the contract’s issues had granted her an immediate appointment. Yet, hours later, she found herself marooned in the lobby, fueled by coffee and patience, with no

lunch. After a brief exchange, they decided to reschedule

met Marcus Ferguson, the manager of the finance department at Fulcrum Group. His stature was modest, and his demeanor less inviting. Surprised at her direct involvement, Marcus glanced at his watch and suggested, “How

too much for a midday meal. Memories of a past encounter at Fulcrum Group, which had ended in a

offered a serene smile and queried, “Don’t

all this way here. Whether I need to work later

polite nod, choosing water instead, her mind alert to the undercurrents

“The lost contract receipt—that’s a

not equipped to cover such a hefty sum. The legal system will decide their

not expected to pay you soon. Besides, what if you come up with another contract later and demand eighty million again? What then?” Marcus asked, his tone edged with a slyness

nullification statement, and that’ll be it.

“And why exactly would I sign the nullification on your say-so? You’re welcome to discuss it directly with the courier. Your involvement isn’t required here. But you still came.

carefully. But if he learned about her connection to Roderick, it would complicate this matter considerably. This thought left Eileen

his cards on the table, disclosed his awareness of her personal connection. “Investigation revealed the courier is your

so can I persuade you to rescind the contract today?” Eileen asked,

briefly.

him with a poised smile. “Your willingness to have lunch with me suggests you might be open to

smile slowly crept across Marcus’s face. “Miss Curtis, it is rare to find someone who excels in their professional and personal dealings like you. And you’re also quite

“I’m flattered by your compliment. I’ve also heard your wife

yet your allure is different. You have an

sleep with Eileen. Eileen stayed composed. “You’re married. Aren’t you afraid your wife will find

keep if you’re willing,” Marcus said, his hand enveloping Eileen’s, an unwelcome heat spreading. His

Bryan’s touch was firm, his hands calloused from work, yet it always stirred something deep within her, resonating with a familiar

her pocket, Eileen produced a compact, a tool that had proved its worth throughout her

sight of the device. “You set

rising with dignity. “I trust you’ll redraft the contract and

a backward glance. Her tactic felt underhanded yet necessary against a

watched her exit and, in a fit of rage, sent his cup flying across the room. To move forward

happened. “Why are you afraid of your wife finding out?” his uncle said on the phone. “Listen, if you can save the company money, half of the eighty million will be yours. What can your wife possibly do to you if

formidable, indeed, but the lure

to the hotel by two, the day having stretched long. She opened the door to find Bryan, deep in work, on the couch. There was lunch on the coffee table,