Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 59

Chapter 59:

Eileen’s waist collided with the table’s edge, her expression twisted in agony. Vivian’s question hung unanswered in the charged air.

Unfazed by the audience of coworkers, Vivian stepped closer. “Eileen, you’re shameless!”

With a swift motion, she reached out to strike Eileen.

Yet, Eileen caught her wrist, her gaze steady. “Blaming me isn’t going to work. This has nothing to do with me. We’re at work. Act like it.”

Kian and Vivian thought Eileen was an easy target, stirring up trouble and urging her to engage with Bryan when they should be asking Bryan to solve this.

Vivian struggled to free her wrist, her cheeks flushed with effort.

“So what? Are you scared?” Vivian taunted. “Scared everyone will see you for who you are? That they’ll judge you for sleeping with the boss?”

Eileen met her gaze coolly. “I’m just afraid you’ll embarrass yourself.”

Releasing Vivian, Eileen smoothed her attire and returned to her office.

The secretarial staff witnessed Eileen’s clash with Vivian. Upon Eileen’s return, Karla approached her with a stack of documents in hand.

Karla wanted to ask about the altercation, but noticing Eileen’s somber expression, she chose not to say anything about that and left.

The whispers had cast a pall over the office. Eileen was also lost in thought about the enigma entwining Bryan and Vivian.

A suspicion tickled the back of her mind. Perhaps…

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Bryan didn’t love Vivian.

Memories of Bryan and Vivian’s interactions drifted through her mind.

She couldn’t quite figure out if her suspicion was true.

A sharp sound snapped the quiet of the office; the door swung open. Eileen looked up to find Kian strolling in casually.

His conversation with Bryan remained a mystery, but the smile on his face had returned.

His eyes, however, were icy and calculating. “You have days left,” he told Eileen.

Eileen didn’t know if Kian was testing her by appearing clueless about the matter with Jonathan. She didn’t want to beat around the bush with him. “Jonathan’s out of the hospital. He won’t take legal action against Bailee,” she said.

Kian, eyebrows arched, lounged against her desk with a nonchalant air.

Bryan is comforting her. Eventually, they’ll be together. You should walk away from

she held her ground. “Yet, my fate as Mr. Dawson’s assistant lies

someone so fearless in the face of power. He offered

we’ve been acquaintances for some time. I appreciate you a lot. But remember, I only give chances to those who

words,

but screamed luxury, making clear

was

crossed that line. She knew that

Bryan, her life would

office, her smile was soft, her earlier distress

surprise, Vivian

and Vivian joined Bryan

client, knew Eileen well. He was on the cusp of forty,

delicate negotiations with Harlan. His company had been on an upswing, making his partnership

had been the key to Eileen’s leap from intern to full employee, prompting her to arrange numerous

a challenge: mentor his

third place. Harlan, impressed, had promptly inked a deal

times. So, Bryan had barred Eileen from continuing any projects with

had been almost a year

lunch, Harlan complimented Eileen a lot. Then, he said to Bryan, “Mr. Dawson, when I sing praises for your assistant, it’s all in good spirits. Why the long face? I’ve noticed some less-than-stellar staff heading our joint project. What’s going on? Didn’t you

off his cigarette, his

The soft light reflecting off her glass of

attire, simple compared to Vivian’s polished

can’t be serious. Our venture is moving smoothly.

accepted the explanation without finding fault but remained

ease, the top buttons of his shirt

had kept his conversation

said, “Eileen, since Mr. Clarkson holds you in such high regard, perhaps you should

to Eileen and instructed, “Pour Mr. Clarkson

expression suddenly shifted to one of displeasure, and he discarded his cigarette, about to snatch the bottle from Eileen’s hand when Eileen nodded in agreement. “You’re right. I should pour Mr. Clarkson a

then rose

about past encounters, she knew Harlan always had respect for

meals privately before and

a defensive stance against him now

Bryan, his posture

sailing of our

certainty in action earned Harlan’s respect. “‘Indeed. Dawson has no

up her glass, toasting, “Here’s to a rewarding path ahead for you and Mr.

taking a hearty swig. Then, he said, “Don’t feel obliged to drink up. A sip is enough. Mr. Dawson and I

she still finished her glass and then settled back into her

in Eileen’s peripheral vision. Harlan