Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 36

Chapter 36:

Glancing over her shoulder, Eileen observed Bryan in his seat, eyes closed, the picture of authority. Was he asleep?

Eileen’s coworkers had shared updates on looming workloads left from the Lakedale trip. With Vivian unable to lend sufficient support, the brunt of the work was Bryan’s to bear.

Bryan’s request to go to the company at this hour surely hinted at unfinished work.

With a quiet exhale, Eileen released her seatbelt and exited the car. She circled to the backseat, opening the door.

The movement drew a slight knit of Bryan’s brows, his eyelids fluttering.

“Mr. Dawson,” Eileen’s voice held a gentle edge. “We’re at the office.”

Bryan’s eyes snapped open with a trace of irritation. “‘Why the rush? Are you eager to get back to your injured boyfriend?” he inquired, a weary edge to his voice.

Shaking her head, Eileen responded with careful neutrality, “‘Not at all. It’s just better to tackle work promptly. Plus, the sooner it’s done, the sooner you’ll get some time to rest.”

Bryan’s eyebrow arched as he exited the car, just a breath from Eileen. “I’ve got a video call lined up. Stick around and assist with the notes, will you?” His voice was a smooth baritone that rolled over her.

“Sure,” Eileen replied, peering up into his fatigued eyes, her resolve softened.

She secured the car door and shadowed him into the elevator, angling herself to press the button for the top level.

The confined space grew warmer. Eileen found herself hemmed against the wall, Bryan’s presence overwhelming.

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His kiss was violent, eyes half-mast yet blazing with intent. It was his scent that weakened her resolve, compelling in its familiarity. When the doors slid open, he lifted her effortlessly.

Pressed against him, she heard the solid rhythm of his heart, an odd tranquility settling over her amidst the storm of emotions.

Her usual haven, the office lounge, hadn’t changed, but she didn’t feel the same. Bryan’s soft approach was laced with an assertive edge, silently declaring her his, stirring within her a profound sense of connection. It felt like they belonged to each other.

Unaware of when sleep had claimed her, Eileen’s eyes fluttered open to a sky blushed with the early light of dawn.

Beside her, Bryan lay in slumber.

Eileen rose, dressed, and gathered Bryan’s clothes from the floor, arranging them neatly

goodbye?” Bryan’s voice, rough with

as she approached. She inquired with a gentle edge, “That day at Lakedale, was it

prefer to

crease formed

referring to? If she was considered a hassle, why was

blanket cascading to his waist. He reached out and lit a cigarette, its smoke weaving a spiral

hand?”

stunned for a few seconds before realizing Bryan was asking about Huey. There would be no

clear as day. “What? Now you’re taking

met his shadowed gaze, wondering about

injured because of me. It’s normal for

back to work tomorrow,” Bryan commanded, his voice icy as he put aside the blanket and went to the

anger, Eileen knew it was her cue to

waiting. After finishing breakfast, Eileen sought out Huey upstairs. He had just finished his meal and was

“So, you left

Eileen replied, gathering dishes to

at the hospital, then it’s all about us,” Huey informed her. “Don’t fuss over me; I’ll be

of the dishes and dried her hands

the office. It’s been busy. Just let me know the details of the hospital bills. I’ll take care of the money,” she

looked genuinely perplexed. “You didn’t settle

Eileen had prepaid the bill in advance,

momentarily bewildered, shook her head. “I

thought. “Maybe your boss paid it?”

replied with a shake of her head,

gesture, Huey brushed the matter aside. “Anyway, can you drop me at the

you’re free to

already tidying the living space. By noon, Huey wasn’t keen on Eileen’s cooking. He pushed for a lunch out, his insistence

care of Huey. “Eileen, leave it to me. I’ll make sure he eats well until

dishes, agreed, “You know, it’s almost a relief. Eating

overhearing the critique, was at a

Lane. But as she entered the house, a stronger wave of sandalwood greeted her—a subtle hint that Bryan had been within these walls, his slippers now facing a

jewelry was likely the reward for the previous evening. The craftsmanship shone through the box, which, upon opening, revealed a crystal necklace bathed in purple—a color Eileen favored and one that Bryan often chose for her,

secured the bank card in her bag and carried the jewelry box to her room, placing it delicately on the nightstand. Her