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.

Bryan’s clothes from the floor, arranging them neatly

without a goodbye?” Bryan’s voice, rough with sleep, halted

at him. His eyes remained shut as she approached. She inquired with a gentle edge, “That day at

replied, “I prefer to dodge needless complications. If there’s a

formed on

the complication he was referring to? If she was considered a hassle,

the blanket cascading to his waist. He reached out and lit a cigarette,

his hand?”

was stunned for a few seconds before realizing Bryan was asking about Huey. There would be no aftereffects from Huey’s hand injury; it was just a pity he had

day. “What? Now you’re taking pity on

his shadowed gaze, wondering about his change in

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

voice icy as he

anger, Eileen knew it

Eileen sought out Huey upstairs. He had just finished his meal and was idly

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

replied, gathering dishes

one more bandage change at the hospital, then it’s all about us,” Huey informed her. “Don’t fuss over me; I’ll be fine. Focus on

work of the dishes and

to head back to the office. It’s been busy. Just let me know the details of

perplexed. “You didn’t

He thought Eileen had prepaid the bill in advance, so he had the staff refund the remaining

bewildered, shook

thought. “Maybe your boss paid it?” He glanced at

of her head, recalling only Vivian’s

matter aside. “Anyway, can you drop me

free to return to

cooking. He pushed for a lunch out, his

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

“You know, it’s almost a relief. Eating Eileen’s food is almost like

overhearing the critique, was at a

Lane. But as she entered the house, a stronger wave of sandalwood greeted her—a subtle hint that

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 purple—a color Eileen favored and one that Bryan often chose for

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