Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 31

Chapter 31:

Eileen’s smile was gentle. “Huey is not that petty,” she said.

Bryan’s look shifted subtly, a raised eyebrow in her direction as he settled back. “It seems you’ve been around him enough to know his moods. Did sharing a suite with me set him off?” he asked.

Just then, Eileen’s phone chimed with a message, breaking the moment. Eileen glanced at the screen, keeping her composure.

A message from Vivian popped up. “Eileen, when’s your return? I need you to fetch some things for me.”

“We’re heading back tomorrow,” Eileen replied.

Vivian’s reply came with an address, mentioning a precious item that needed to be transported. Vivian added, “Tell me the hotel’s address—I’ll have my friend deliver it to you. It’ll be a hassle for you to go and pick it up without a car.”

After sending the hotel details to Vivian, Eileen placed her phone down, the conversation visible for Bryan. “Seems the morning flight’s off the table,” she said.

Bryan caught a glimpse of the messages and nodded. “Looks like we’re set for the delivery before our departure.”

Eileen remained silent, absorbing his words while more queries from Vivian filled her screen. Each one hinted at Bryan’s presence in Lakedale.

Eileen brushed them off, citing the confidentiality of her work, and let her thoughts wander. Bryan hadn’t left the hotel room all day; his world was confined to the screen of his laptop, with no mention of any cooperation here. Was it possible he was here solely to support her in resigning the contract?

Eileen laughed at herself, thinking about the absurdity of the notion. As dusk crept in, the guests’ call for dinner reached Eileen. She turned to Bryan, absorbed in his work, and said, “Heading down for dinner. Need me to bring something up for you?”

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Bryan looked up, locking eyes with her, a spark flickering in his gaze. Then, with a playful grin, he drew her close. Seated comfortably in his embrace, she felt the reassuring steadiness of his hold. He gently tilted her face up, and his kiss explored the delicate sweetness on her tongue. She had just had some juice, the taste lingering in her mouth.

Usually, the sweetness wasn’t to Bryan’s liking, yet on her lips, it was an exception he willingly made. For a brief moment, he couldn’t help but indulge in it. As they parted, the intensity of their breaths filled the space. Her lips, warm and tender from their kiss, formed a playful scowl despite the charming blush on her cheeks.

Eileen excused herself to the sanctuary of the bathroom. The cool water washed away the flush from her cheeks, but the soft swell of her lips remained a telltale sign of their recent closeness. When she returned, Bryan was busy with his laptop again, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hoarseness. “Anything you pick is fine by me,” he said.

With a brief nod, Eileen stepped out. The third floor of the hotel was buzzing with activity. Huey was already there, commanding a table laden with food alongside his companions. He gestured toward a chair, a welcoming smile on his face.

“Eileen! I ordered some favorites of yours last time. Hope they’re still to your liking,” Huey said, making room for Eileen to join.

Eileen took her seat, her gaze sweeping over the familiar dishes spread before her. Just one meal had been enough for Huey to capture her tastes. “This is wonderful. Thanks,” she expressed with a smile.

formal with your boyfriend,” teased one of Huey’s friends. “You’ll join us at the match

Eileen’s reply, “Barring any surprises,

the air.

was clear

had spun tales of a close bond with Apex to his friends. Afraid that

for the game? The thought remained unfinished, with Bryan an enigma growing harder to

a hearty meal for Bryan. She returned to the buzz of excitement about tomorrow’s competition, absorbing the chatter as an outsider. It was evident to her that the upcoming match

noted the dwindling time before her meeting with Marcus. She stood up to take her leave. “You guys carry on.

key card from his bag, extending it toward her. “I noticed someone had checked out today, so I got a room

was, by now, a familiar sensation. Huey caught the shift in Eileen’s demeanor and said, “Keep eating, everyone.

to the elevator, where

said, her voice warm with genuine

need a lot of money for your mother’s treatment. Is that true?”

confirmed with a

clearly trying to help without overstepping. He didn’t suggest that Eileen should do something about Bryan. After all, he didn’t have enough money to cover all her

tell Huey had a knack for picking up on subtleties beyond his years, perhaps even discerning the complexities of her situation

appreciate it, but I’ll handle the issue with the money

continued, “If I’m really in dire need of money in

relief. As the elevator reached their floor, he exited first, a courteous offer on his lips.

response came with a gentle shake of her head.

into

way back to the suite. The sound of water running announced Bryan’s shower. The dinner delivered by

a quick note to Bryan about her meeting with Marcus. She planned to tell him about

hotel, oozing opulence. Eileen arrived with time to spare, unexpectedly finding Marcus already at

awaiting their meal. A decanter nestled between two glasses, its contents catching the dance of light from the crystal chandeliers above, promising a touch of indulgence. Eileen knew the price of dinner would fall on her, a costly gesture Marcus seemed to insist on. If it would smooth over the transaction,

menu to Marcus with a courteous smile. “Order whatever you like, Mr. Ferguson,” she said. The air was still charged from their previous encounter,

to Eileen. “Can you manage the cost of this meal on your salary?” Marcus inquired, a hint of challenge in

Eileen passed the menu to the waiter.

steering the conversation to the purpose of

contract and the other to seal the new

barely grazed the documents when Marcus tucked them aside. “Delete the

the contracts are in my hands,” Eileen assured him, her voice steady with the ease

“Very well, let’s enjoy the meal first. The contracts will be yours

bottle of red wine, summoned the waiter once more. “Would you mind selecting some

Marcus, she added, “This one’s a bit much for me.