Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 66

Chapter 66:

Eileen had been restless in her bed for a couple of hours when she received the message from Jacob. The clock had struck one in the morning. Sleep had still eluded her. Compelled by Jacob’s late message, she had made her way here without a second thought.

Her arrival had been marked by high spirits, yet now, sadness overwhelmed her. Bryan’s words had pierced her heart, leaving her shattered. Quietly, she cast her eyes down and tightened her lips.

In the closing moments of the elevator, Bryan watched her pale face through the diminishing space, squinting slightly. As the doors sealed shut, he turned and fixed Jacob with a fierce glare before delivering a swift kick to Jacob.

“You talk too much.” His deep voice echoed within the confined space of the elevator, and Eileen could hear that.

The button pressed by Eileen brought the doors open once. Now collected, Eileen flashed a smile at Bryan. “Mr. Dawson, it’s getting late. Allow me to send you back.”

Bryan stepped out, handing her his suit. She nodded briefly at Jacob and then followed Bryan to the car. She took the keys, unlocked the passenger door, and gestured for him to get inside.

Returning to the driver’s seat, Eileen started the car. However, she was uncertain whether to head toward Oak Villas or Springvale Lane.

The car’s closed space was tinged with the scent of tobacco and alcohol from Bryan, prompting her to sniff subtly. “Mr. Dawson, should I take you to Oak Villas?” Eileen avoided asking if he preferred to go to her place instead.

“Yes,” Bryan replied tersely, his brows furrowed. His gaze lingered on her reflection in the window, studying the gentle curves of her face. He couldn’t discern her emotions.

The car crept along the wide road, bathed intermittently in the glow of streetlights. They reached Oak Villas soon. Eileen parked the car by the entrance and set the parking brake, but she remained seated instead of opening the door for Bryan. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel and turned to look at him.

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Bryan leaned against the window and fixed her with his dark eyes. “Open the door,” he said.

Eileen kept her eyes on him as her hand shifted from the steering wheel, reaching to unlock the door with a click. Her voice was low in the enclosed space, but the sound of the door unlocking muffled her words.

With a frown, she got out and opened the door for Bryan.

Bryan watched her walk around the car to his side and open the door for him. “If you want to say something, just say it.” He looked at her, not making any move, but his eyes held a flicker of anticipation.

Eileen reached out and clutched the fabric of his clothing. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked.

got out of the car, reached out to caress her

treasure, cautious as if too much pressure might break her. Eileen rested her hands

fingers through her hair, holding her gently as the kiss deepened. Breathing became uneven,

his arms, kicked the car door

place Eileen had visited often, always maintaining decorum and never crossing the line. Today was different; Eileen took the initiative, catching Bryan off

holding back for days, but right now, all his restraint vanished, overtaken by overwhelming desire. Before,

desire grew. As dawn neared, he looked at her weary face and decided to let her rest. He carried her to the bathroom, and they

the first time, Eileen lay in Bryan’s bed at Oak

the right time to ask him for money. But first, she wanted to see if he would offer the money without her asking. She looked down, hiding her feelings,

the first light of morning shone through, Eileen realized Bryan would not take the initiative to offer her money. Listening to

head up and looked at her. She stood there, her expression as neutral as when she

said, “Mr. Dawson, may I ask you

Bryan’s expression darkened. He stared at her, his deep eyes intense, the vein on

“Why?” he questioned.

now that her cooperation was motivated by a need for money. He regretted almost letting his feelings get the better of him. Lighting a cigarette, he took a deep drag, exhaling a ring of

the

night. You did that on your own. Why should I give you money?” With

trembled, and she looked up at him. What he had said was true. She

into the trash. Then,

extending a black

at

shirt pocket, his voice flat. “This is for the previous times.

pull the card out and throw it at him. But she knew better than to do that. She turned and left in a hurry, fearing the scorn she might

the nearest bus station, which was at least half

the morning, Bailee was jolted

sister offend?

“Ruby asked.”

alert now. “Mom, what

know your nature. Even if she won’t tell

doesn’t share much with me about these things. Why are you