Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 32

Chapter 32:

“Honey, why are you out here? Don’t be upset with me. I know I said the wrong thing earlier,” Marcus said in a gentle tone, as if he and Eileen were just a couple working through a disagreement.

With a crafted smile, he reassured the waiter, “She’s with me; we just had a little argument. I appreciate your help. I’ll take her back now.”

The waiter gave a knowing nod, recalling that Eileen’s visit had indeed been for Marcus. “Of course. I’ll leave you to it.”

As the waiter disappeared into the restaurant, Marcus guided the half-conscious Eileen toward his car. Eileen slumped into the seat, and since Marcus was less than gentle, her shirt hitched up slightly, exposing a sliver of her waist.

Momentary hesitation showed in Marcus as he paused by the car door, a conflicting thought crossing his mind. Resigning to the situation with a murmur to himself, he moved to the driver’s seat and set off.

Left with her belongings strewn aside by Marcus, Eileen’s gaze fell on her bag and phone. They were her lifelines, her means to reach out for help.

Marcus was preoccupied with the road ahead, murmuring grievances about the recording.

Seizing a moment of quiet determination, Eileen dialed Bryan’s number on her phone.

A few tones in, a voice cut through. “Hello—”

Vivian’s familiar chime overlapped. “Bryan, you’re—”

The connection was severed before Eileen could utter a word, a stinging sense of interruption heavy in her chest. Tears betrayed her frustration, but she gathered her composure with a deep, fortifying breath.

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Ignoring the urge to succumb to her emotions, she accessed WhatsApp, found Huey’s contact, and swiftly shared her location.

As she attempted further action, Marcus abruptly halted.

He caught sight of the phone in her grasp and, with a swift motion, threw it out of the window. Confusion and weakness gripped Eileen, a direct result of whatever had been in her drink. Marcus’s grip was unyielding as he pulled her from the vehicle. Her legs faltered, relying on his support to remain upright.

“I was planning to fuck you in the restaurant. Who knew you’d bolt on me?” Marcus grumbled, frustration thick in his voice. “You brought this on yourself.” His insults weighed heavily on Eileen’s spirit.

Feeling dizzy, Eileen barely registered the clicks and beeps as Marcus secured a room and guided her into the elevator. The dim ambiance of the room made it hard for Marcus to navigate with Eileen’s weight leaning against him. As they entered, he flicked on the lights.

the bathroom in sight. Seizing the moment, she shoved Marcus aside and bolted into the sanctuary of the bathroom,

“Damn it, Eileen! Hiding won’t save you,” he yelled from the other side of

work with Apex Group again!” With shaky

your nose in the collaboration between Apex Group and Fulcrum Group? Who do you think you are?” Marcus taunted, his words

seized Eileen’s arm, dragging her out and tossing her onto the bed. The soft

his own shirt, Marcus reached out for Eileen, roughly tearing open her blouse. In an instant, his eyes fell upon the numerous hickeys adorning

play innocent with me? This isn’t your first time! What’s the big deal about

toward her. However, Eileen fought back fiercely,

wasn’t until someone seized him by the hair, wrenching him away from Eileen and sending him crashing

to it, revealing only her collarbone. She cracked her eyes open slightly, greeted by the sight

trembling lips, she whispered,

filled with fury echoed through the room. Wiping away

fierce combat with Marcus. In retaliation, Marcus snatched a sharp fruit knife from somewhere and lunged at Huey. Reacting quickly, Huey intercepted the

your filthy hands off him and me. The moment I step out of this

aside and snatched his clothes from the floor. “You’re lucky this time. Next time, you won’t be so fortunate,” he snarled, then

Huey. He was fixated on his own hand, now a

her heart pounding with concern, rushed to Huey’s side. She rifled through his pockets with shaky hands until she found his phone. With trembling fingers, she

antiseptic filled Eileen’s senses, reminiscent of days

by a team of doctors and nurses flanking her. Her

of memories. Suddenly sitting upright, she said, “I’m fine. Where’s the person who was brought in

Mr. Baker?” The doctor pointed to the next

prepared to get out of bed. “How’s

The effects of the medication in your system haven’t completely worn off yet.

warning, Eileen, swaying slightly in her attempt to stand, eased back onto the

Baker’s all right,” the doctor said in a comforting tone. “He just injured his hand.

away. Yet, the thought of Huey’s injured hand cast a shadow over her relief. She knew he wouldn’t be able to attend the competition now. Restless, she requested a wheelchair and made her way to Huey’s

their frustrations. Eileen caught the scowling looks thrown her

up all night yesterday, couldn’t

a weak smile when

the game if we didn’t take home a trophy this time?” a friend said. “So are you going to quit playing from now

their gripes with a stern look. “Enough! I want to speak with Eileen now.

the two alone in the quiet room. Eileen didn’t move, keeping her