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.

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

on

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 sign

lunch. After

his demeanor less inviting. Surprised at her direct involvement, Marcus glanced at his watch and suggested, “How about lunch to

Group, which had ended in a spectacle with Bryan’s intervention, lingered in Eileen’s mind. Marcus, related to the CEO

queried, “Don’t you need to work this afternoon,

this way here. Whether I need to work later or not doesn’t matter.” He ordered for them both, sliding the menu

polite nod, choosing water instead, her mind

shifted in his seat. “The lost contract receipt—that’s a

response was measured. “Even if the courier’s at fault, they’re not equipped to

in disarray, we’re not expected to pay you soon. Besides, what if you come up with another contract later and demand eighty million again? What

statement, and that’ll be it. Someone with your experience would surely grasp

say-so? You’re welcome to discuss it directly with the courier. Your involvement isn’t required

Roderick, it

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

rescind the contract today?” Eileen asked, hoping

“We’ve only met briefly. What reason do I have to

have lunch with me suggests

crept across Marcus’s face. “Miss Curtis, it is rare to find someone who excels in their

a vacuous smile. “I’m flattered by your compliment.

home, yet your allure is different. You have an untamed grace,”

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

secret’s ours to keep if you’re willing,” Marcus said, his hand enveloping Eileen’s, an unwelcome heat spreading. His touch, damp, sent a wave of discomfort through

it always stirred something deep within her, resonating with a familiar melody of comfort. Withdrawing her hand sharply, Eileen said, “Mr. Ferguson, you enjoy complicating matters. How certain are you that your wife won’t hear

that had proved its worth throughout

at the sight of the device. “You set me

for the meal,” Eileen declared, rising with dignity. “I trust you’ll redraft the contract and reach out to me

proceeded to the cashier, paid, and left without a backward glance. Her tactic felt underhanded yet necessary against a man like

the room. To move forward with the contract changes, Marcus had to get

and told him what had 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 you can bring forty million home?” His uncle’s intent was crystal

prospect. His wife was formidable, indeed, but the lure of wealth was

back to the hotel by two, the day having stretched long. She opened the door to find