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.

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

goodbye?” Bryan’s voice,

as she approached. She inquired with a gentle edge, “That

prefer to dodge needless complications. If there’s a straightforward fix, why not use

crease formed

referring to? If she was

He reached out and lit a cigarette, its smoke weaving a spiral

hand?”

for a few seconds before realizing Bryan was asking about Huey. There would be no aftereffects from Huey’s hand injury;

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

wondering about his change

of me. It’s normal for me to feel concerned,” she

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

by his anger, Eileen knew it was her

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

phone down and looked up. “So, you left with your bag

gathering dishes

at the hospital, then it’s all about us,” Huey informed her.

work of the dishes and

busy. Just let me know

perplexed. “You

the account. He thought Eileen had prepaid

momentarily bewildered, shook her head.

paid it?” He glanced at Eileen. “Was he there

with a shake of

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

free

noon, Huey wasn’t keen on Eileen’s cooking. He pushed for a lunch out, his insistence unwavering. Eileen agreed, opting for a light meal outside before

work resumption and stepped up to take care of Huey. “Eileen, leave it to me. I’ll make sure he eats well until

for Bailee’s dishes, agreed, “You know, it’s almost a

the critique, was

in order and returned to Springvale 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

cabinet was a bank card beside an elegant jewelry box, the card’s note signaling it was for the Lakedale trip. The jewelry was likely the reward for the previous evening. The craftsmanship shone through the box, which, upon opening, revealed a crystal necklace bathed in

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