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.

of adrenaline, Eileen’s eyes snapped open, the bathroom in sight. Seizing the moment, she shoved Marcus aside and bolted into the

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

firmness as she could muster. “Let me out now, or you’ll never be able to work with Apex Group again!” With shaky

the collaboration between Apex Group and Fulcrum Group? Who do you think you are?” Marcus taunted, his words dripping with derision. “Just Bryan’s lapdog. Not his wife. Do you honestly believe Bryan would sacrifice his

on the door, his kicks resonating loudly enough to pierce Eileen’s eardrums. Eventually, the door was kicked open, and Marcus seized Eileen’s arm, dragging her out and tossing her onto the bed. The soft mattress absorbed her weight, sending her body bouncing up before settling back down. From the corner of her eye, she watched as Marcus began stripping

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

the nerve to play innocent with me? This isn’t your first time! What’s

skin, and he lunged toward her.

lewd laughter and desire, Marcus remained oblivious to the intrusion. It wasn’t until someone seized him by the hair, wrenching him away from Eileen and sending him crashing to the floor, that

Eileen’s shirt were undone, she clung tightly to it, revealing only her collarbone. She cracked her eyes open slightly, greeted by the sight of a towering figure, tears streaming

lips,

echoed through the room. Wiping away her tears, Eileen turned to the source.

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

keep your filthy hands off him and me. The moment I step out of this hotel, I’m

his expression shifted to alarm. He tossed the knife aside and snatched his clothes from the floor. “You’re lucky this time. Next time, you

Huey. He was fixated on his own hand, now

side. She rifled through his pockets with shaky hands until she found his phone. With trembling

Eileen’s senses, reminiscent of days

lay in bed, surrounded by a team of doctors and nurses flanking her. Her eyes fluttered open to find the medical team leaning in. “Miss Curtis, how

fog of memories. Suddenly sitting upright, she

mean Mr. Baker?” The doctor pointed to the next room. “He’s right

her face as she prepared to get

need to rest for a while. The effects of the medication in your system haven’t

swaying slightly in her attempt

right,” the doctor said in a comforting tone. “He just

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

teammates were in the ward with him, the air thick with their frustrations. Eileen caught the scowling looks thrown her way by the

exclaimed. “I was up all night yesterday, couldn’t even sleep, thinking about the game. We could’ve done well and taken our

offered Eileen a weak smile when their eyes met, trying to mask his

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

team and silenced their gripes with a stern look. “Enough!

teammates huffed in discontent but complied, leaving the two alone in the quiet room. Eileen didn’t move, keeping her