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.

slumber. Dressed now in her work clothes, she checked the time. The clock

on his face. Quietly, Eileen

issues had granted her an immediate appointment. Yet, hours

her phone buzzed with a message from Huey, suggesting lunch. After a brief exchange, they decided to reschedule

finally 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

followed Marcus to a nearby diner. Without delay, Marcus ordered wine—perhaps too much for a midday meal. Memories of a past encounter at Fulcrum Group, which had ended in a spectacle with Bryan’s intervention,

offered a serene smile and queried, “Don’t

his smile laden with unsaid words. “Miss Curtis, you came all this way here. Whether I need to work later or not doesn’t matter.” He ordered for them both, sliding the menu

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

lost contract receipt—that’s a matter

the courier’s at fault, they’re not equipped to cover such a hefty sum. The legal system will decide

to pay you soon. Besides, what if you come up with another contract later and

that’ll be it. Someone with

“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. I

in Apex Group, Marcus would naturally tread carefully. But if he learned about her connection to Roderick, it would complicate this matter considerably. This thought left Eileen uncertain of her next move, so she

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

can I persuade you to rescind the

leaned back, unaffected. “We’ve only met briefly. What

suggests you might be

across Marcus’s face. “Miss Curtis, it is rare to find someone who excels in their professional and personal dealings like you.

your compliment. I’ve also heard your

charm. She’s the heart of our home, yet

clear. He wanted to sleep with Eileen. Eileen stayed composed.

his hand enveloping Eileen’s, an

his hands calloused from work, yet 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

tool that had proved its worth throughout

composure slipped at the sight of

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

cashier, paid, and left without 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 with the contract changes, Marcus had to get Fulcrum

“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

the hotel by two, the day having stretched long. She opened the door to find Bryan, deep in