Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 33

Chapter 33:

Bryan lowered his gaze slightly, watching the dance of smoke twirling off his fingertips in silence. Vivian offered a gentle smile, saying, “She’s your companion. Your concern is expected in such a bind. Just compensate her for the mental distress later. Don’t let it weigh on you; your plate’s full with other things.”

A crease formed on Bryan’s forehead as he lifted his cigarette, inhaled, and then snuffed it out in a nearby trash can. “Head back to the hotel on your own. I’ve got issues to tackle.” He spoke briskly, cutting off any chance for Vivian to question his departure. He strode away, an unspoken chill in his steps that cleared his path.

Vivian bit her lip, watching him until he was out of sight. She noticed Eileen making her way back to her room and decided to follow her.

Eileen had shifted from her wheelchair to her bed by the time Vivian stepped in. She offered a weary smile that couldn’t hide the fatigue in her eyes. “You’ve given us quite the fright,” Vivian said as she approached.

Eileen believed they had been taken to the hospital by an ambulance. The hospital must have contacted Bryan; that was why Vivian and Bryan were here. Memories of the phone call fluttered in Eileen’s mind, her lashes quivering. “I appreciate your concern, Miss Warren.”

“As long as you’re okay,” Vivian said as she settled into the chair next to Eileen’s bed. She retrieved a card from her purse and offered it to Eileen. “You’re on Bryan’s team, so let’s make this right. There’s a hundred thousand in this card. It’s yours.”

Eileen knitted her brows together in a frown. Could this be Bryan’s idea? The amount was generous, no doubt. It stirred something within Eileen, but she gently refused the card. “Your kindness is enough, Miss Warren. The fault was mine alone. Rest is all I’ll need.”

Yet Vivian was insistent, pressing the card into Eileen’s hand. “Bryan’s always been a man to treat his subordinates well. If you don’t want the money, what do you want?”

Eileen’s breath hitched as she picked up on the subtle hint in Vivian’s tone. Their gazes locked, and in the midst of their silent communication, Eileen thought she could detect the stir of concealed emotions behind Vivian’s calm facade.

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The question from yesterday about the hotel’s location suddenly took on a new meaning for Eileen. It wasn’t about a simple delivery from a friend; it was Vivian’s ruse to come here to surprise Bryan.

Eileen thought of her belongings in Bryan’s suite. Was this a silent warning from Vivian? Eileen pondered the hidden message.

The inevitable exposure of her identity loomed over her. Even though her heart ached thinking about Bryan, it was better than living in constant fear. Eileen chose silence, her composure unruffled. Handing back the card with steady hands, she met Vivian’s gaze evenly. “Miss Warren, should you wish to offer compensation, kindly have Mr. Dawson factor it into my salary for the coming month.”

Vivian’s expression barely shifted. “Understood. I’ll speak to Bryan. He’ll ensure you receive something extra!” Vivian’s voice took on a firmer tone, her words dropping like stones in still water. “I will be heading back to Onaland later today. It looks like you’ll be staying here a bit longer. Why not take a week to rest?”

Her suggestion held the weight of an unspoken order, less of a proposal and more of a directive. A full day would be enough for the effects of the medication to dissipate. Eileen didn’t need a week of rest.

something. There were advantages to laying low for a while and using this chance to take care of Huey. She gave a small nod in agreement. “Fine,

“Look after yourself. I’m on my way out.” Eileen offered a

not even a token expression of sympathy. He had probably only asked Vivian to check on her on his behalf. Letting out a long sigh, Eileen laid her phone aside and settled back against the pillows, the medicine’s

where a cadre of men raised their glasses in a chorus of toasts. Marcus, seated beside his uncle Theodore Ferguson, partook in the mingling. Then the door suddenly swung open. Bryan’s imposing presence

a century in the business industry, recognized the intent in Bryan’s entrance without

seat. Bryan moved towards him, his piercing gaze never leaving Marcus. Without taking the offered seat, Bryan watched

please

a nonchalant flick of his foot, Bryan angled the chair to his liking and settled

you here for the eighty million, Mr. Dawson?” inquired Theodore, extending a lighter towards Bryan. “I was just made aware of the situation by Marcus. Rest assured, you’ll get the money. We’ll sort out the

breath of smoke, forming it into rings as he exhaled leisurely. He simply nodded. The tension eased from Theodore’s shoulders at Bryan’s reaction, and he turned to introduce Bryan to

Apex Group. His reputation precedes

seasoned professionals from the corporate sphere were familiar with Bryan’s reputation. They toasted in his honor, their

Dawson. Your youth is surprising!” one

privilege, Mr. Dawson. I work for Quasar…”

the drink Marcus offered. “My apologies, but I’m

his gesture, pondering if Bryan’s visit had something to do with Eileen.

the glass before Bryan, only to find it snatched from his grasp. In an instant, Bryan drenched Marcus with

A swift kick sent Marcus tumbling to the floor. Clutching his abdomen in agony, Marcus squinted at the looming figure of Bryan. The room fell to a

descended on Marcus’s hand with a force that whitened

her?” Bryan’s tone was

on behalf of Eileen. An uneasy hush enveloped the onlookers.

the purpose of this? I admit Marcus erred, but

response cutting through the tension. He wrenched his arm free from Theodore’s grasp, his piercing stare never

remained motionless under the weight of Bryan’s shoe, unable to do more than shift and kneel in a

my knowledge that Eileen was under your protection. Had I been aware, I wouldn’t have crossed the line, no matter the circumstance!” Marcus

the distress Eileen must have endured. In a surge of rage, Bryan withdrew his

Dawson, I admit I was wrong! I’m so sorry!” Marcus’s protest was a mix of pain and entreaty, his defense