Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 60

Chapter 60:

Bryan’s hand gripped the doorknob. His eyes briefly betrayed irritation before he entered, maintaining his composure.

Drawing back his chair, the scrape against the floor was stark, but Bryan remained unperturbed, pouring a drink for Harlan.

“‘Shall we continue, Mr. Clarkson?” he said.

Putting away his phone, Harlan offered Eileen an amiable grin before resuming his conversation with Bryan.

Despite the age gap between them, Harlan and Bryan conversed with the ease of peers, their rapport brotherly and their exchange smooth.

Vivian’s voice was barely audible. “‘Shame on you!” she said as she settled back into her place.

The words reached only Eileen, who cast a brief glance towards Vivian but quickly refocused, realizing Harlan’s son had accepted her friend request.

Eileen’s mind blanked on his name, labeling him simply as “Clarkson” in her phone.

She introduced herself, but the boy didn’t reply. Eileen waited, but as the meal concluded, her message remained unanswered, casting doubt on the efficacy of Harlan’s hopes.

During the golf game, Harlan kept checking in with Eileen about the situation, but Eileen could only shake her head.

The day was unkind to Harlan. Bryan bested him repeatedly in golf. At day’s end, Harlan’s spirits had clearly sunk.

Afterward, Harlan bid farewell to them, and they all settled into their own cars.

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Belt secured, Eileen glanced back at Bryan. “Mr. Dawson, would you prefer returning to the office or should I drop you off at home?”

“No need to return to the office.” Bryan reclined in his seat, seeking solace in a moment of quiet. “But take her home first,” he said.

Eileen understood he meant Vivian.

“‘Go to Waterfront Villas. I’ve moved out of my family’s house,” Vivian instructed without a hint of emotion.

“Okay,” Eileen replied. The navigation system guided them to Vivian’s destination. Eileen watched as Vivian exited the vehicle at Waterfront Villas. Then, she started the car again.

While driving, Eileen recalled the recent news about Vivian. “It seems Miss Warren’s troubles might be linked to Jonathan. At the hospital last night, I crossed paths with him in her ward,” she said.

Bryan remained silent, seemingly asleep, his calm face reflected in the mirror.

With no instruction from Bryan, Eileen took the initiative and headed straight for Springvale Lane.

Her intuition about the destination seemed to align with Bryan’s unspoken thoughts, and it appeared to please him. Arriving home, they slipped off their shoes in unison and stepped inside together.

A brief, awkward air settled between them. As Eileen rolled up her sleeves, she asked, “What are you in the mood for dinner?”

was loosening his cuffs to unwind

moved, declaring, “I’ll

doorstep, her arms full of food containers. Flashing

your favorite,” she

nod to Eileen. “Eileen, thanks to you, I can always

who was

saw a ghost. Eileen quickly shut the door,

standing at the entrance of the dining room, looking at Bryan with shock. Bryan was in front of the open fridge, his hand still resting on its

the silence, Eileen retrieved Bryan’s coat from the sofa. “Bryan, thank you

little to mask the stormy look that settled there. His gaze

coat towards

of the tangled web surrounding Eileen, found the situation too complex

his coat, the scent of his recent indulgences briefly

eyeing Bryan yet addressing Eileen. “I’m ready,

momentarily lost for

Bryan to stay for dinner; he just wanted to use this chance to mock Bryan a bit. With a mischievous glint, he said, “Of course, someone like Mr. Dawson has

the jest mid-sentence. He quickly interjected, “I’m far from picky. Your invitation is too generous to pass

one of

exchanged frustrated looks. Bryan’s

actually join them for

the adjacent chair. “What’s the holdup? Don’t keep me waiting, or I

by the chair

reluctance, Huey quickly

sat down with Bailee, and Bailee

toward Bryan. It was then that

mix of concern and

scent of alcohol on Bryan led him to suspect that Bryan had

chances to outdrink a slightly inebriated Bryan, potentially showing Bryan

a quick drink. Don’t worry,”

he inquired, “Your thoughts, Mr.

slight, knowing smile to Eileen. Then, he replied to Huey, “I’m up for a drink if you

Bryan rose, selected a bottle of red wine from the cabinet, and began to rinse

Huey exchanged looks

looks and nonchalantly said, “No need to be shocked. It’s a small place. Easy to guess where things

the table, Eileen kicked Bryan’s foot as a warning. “Time to eat before the food gets

serving wine to Huey and Bryan, she got juice for

glasses with him. But it wasn’t long before Huey

it down, then topped up her glass with

and drink with Mr.

not keen on Bailee drinking. It was clear to her that Huey’s plan to inebriate Bryan was

light highlighted Bryan’s face, his

narrowed his eyes as he

that Bryan let