Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 53

Chapter 53:

From his vantage point, Bryan could only make out that Eileen was very close to Huey, their proximity suggesting an embrace. He stood there with a cigarette between his lips, the smoke curling upwards, yet his vision remained clear.

Bryan watched as Huey’s car drove off. He saw Eileen walk into the house wearing Huey’s coat. Just as Eileen reached to clasp the door, a large hand stopped it. Stunned, she watched Bryan push the door open and flick his cigarette butt outside.

Bryan walked up to her, cradled the back of her head, and pressed his lips firmly against hers.

The taste of his cigarette mingled with the lingering sweetness of the dessert she had just eaten. Bryan pulled at Huey’s coat, causing it to fall to the floor. He then lifted Eileen up, stepped over the coat, and carried her into the bathroom. He turned on the heating and the shower, letting warm water cascade over them both. Eileen, still cold, was pressed against Bryan’s warm, burning chest, the sensation like a clash of ice and fire.

“Eileen… Eileen…” Bryan murmured softly. A single conviction filled his mind: Eileen could only belong to him. Later, as they made love, Eileen felt warm, though her head remained foggy. That night, she fell into a deep sleep, her breathing soft in his ear.

Bryan’s eyes gleamed in the darkness. After ensuring she was comfortably covered with a blanket, he walked downstairs. Dressed only in suit pants, his upper body bare, he settled into the sofa. He lit a cigarette, the glow briefly illuminating his features in the dim room.

Eileen was lost in a dream where her parents were still together, and she and Roderick were both thriving in college. Despite all the challenges, her spirit was indomitable, and her life felt joyous. Her dream was shattered by the shrill ring of a phone. With a frown, Eileen reached out and pressed the answer button. “Hello?” Her voice was rife with grogginess, betraying her drowsy state.

After a brief silence, a harsh voice erupted from the other end, “Eileen! Why are you answering Bryan’s phone? Where is he? Were you two together last night? Answer me!”

A wave of anxiety washed over Eileen. Before she could respond, the phone was snatched from her grasp. She looked up to see Bryan standing beside the bed. He stared into her eyes, his lips pressed together, showing that he wasn’t in a good mood.

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Though the phone’s conversation was indistinct to Eileen, Bryan’s dark expression was unmistakable. The next moment, Bryan ended the call, turned to her with a cold gaze, and said sharply, “Eileen, I know your place! Don’t overstep!”

to echo through the apartment. Eileen’s heart sank. He had misunderstood her. She always knew her place. The chill in his gaze and the bite of his words felt like daggers

hospital, Vivian was still in the emergency room. The corridor was filled with Debby’s cries and venomous accusations directed at Bryan.

you, isn’t she? If you dare

room door, he remained stoic. Debby’s words prompted him to turn and face her, his expression unreadable yet composed.

Debby further. Just then, the doors to the operating room swung open. Debby dashed

is not in danger. She just developed a lung infection after falling into the water last night. She’s currently

to the VIP

expected Vivian to try to take her own life.” He described the sudden shift in Vivian’s demeanor, how she had gone from joyously calling Bryan to overwhelming gloom. Before he could intervene, she had sliced

instilling a deep sense of fear in him. He added, “My parents are incredibly worried

of smoke. “This situation has nothing to do with Eileen. I’m going to stay here to look after

figure approaching. He smirked and questioned, “What

darkened, and he scoffed dismissively. “No. She’s just

processed his words. Her fingers, tightly clutching a fruit basket, turned white from the strain. His harsh words this morning paled in comparison. After Bryan left, Eileen took a moment to gather herself.

Bryan, though the exact cause remained murky. Eileen knew the incident was linked to her accidentally answering the phone, which weighed heavily

distance, saw Eileen shivering in the wind and said, “You can’t handle Mr. Warren’s tactics.” Eileen was indifferent to whether Kian had arranged for her to overhear Bryan deliberately. After all, it was

Mr. Warren. I’ll leave now,” Eileen said, handing the fruit basket to Benjamin. Without waiting for a response, she turned and headed downstairs. Benjamin exchanged a glance with Kian, who

Eileen maintained an eerie calm. She asked Benjamin,

contract with the company. Unless the company fires her, breaking the contract would cost her ten times the agreed damages,” Benjamin replied. Watching the resolve on Eileen’s face, Benjamin added, “Mr. Warren has really left you

with a cold smile. As the elevator doors opened, Eileen stepped out with a defiant and resolute air. The doors closed slowly behind

staff was reeling from the news of Vivian’s suicide attempt. The sight of Eileen arriving at

Miss Warren really attempt suicide? Why did she do it? Is it true that it’s related to Mr. Dawson? Was she trying

Eileen stepped out of the elevator, she was surrounded by several secretaries. With a distant look in her eyes, she replied, “Please, go back to your work.” Recognizing her tone and demeanor, the crowd reluctantly dispersed, their curiosity heightened by the confirmation that Vivian had indeed attempted suicide, though