Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 83

Chapter 83:

Hearing that, Vivian halted and lifted her gaze towards Eileen.

At the sound of the comment, Eileen turned, her gaze meeting Vivian’s.

“She’s merely an assistant. Her rank hardly measures up to Bryan’s,” Vivian remarked, easing her frown into a smile as she faced Stella.

A flicker of discontent crossed Stella’s kind features, but she kept her attention on Eileen and Bryan, undeterred.

“Why worry about rank? If someone aids Bryan through his struggles, they’re commendable,” Stella said, her tone even.

Eileen approached Bryan, the urge to smile tugging at her, yet her gaze collided with the depth of Bryan’s dark eyes.

She quickly composed herself and said, “Mr. Dawson, it’s time we got going.”

Bryan nodded. “Start the documents and take them with you.” As Bryan adjusted his sleeves, Eileen bent to her task, sensing the continued conversation between Vivian and Stella, likely laden with flattery.

“Indeed. Bryan’s schedule is packed. It’s a wonder Eileen manages to assist him. Though, shouldn’t you be guiding him as well? He’s always swamped with work. When do you plan on becoming a great-grandmother? It’s about time some plans were made,” Vivian said to Stella.

Vivian hinted that she wanted Bryan to divorce his wife and marry her soon. That way, they could have a baby with Bryan to fulfill Stella’s wish.

Stella, however, didn’t agree with Vivian. “Such decisions can’t be hurried. Bryan will have a family with his wife on their own terms. They’re married, after all. Why fuss about children this soon? I’ll wait for when he’s ready, and the legacy deserves no less respect.”

Stella had a hunch Vivian was fishing for her stance. Enough was enough; Vivian’s insinuations had to stop.

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But even after Stella finished her words, Vivian’s grin lingered, her head nodding as she clasped Stella’s arm.

“You’re right. I thought so too.”

Eileen’s packing slowed momentarily. Could Vivian’s sly comments be jabs at her?

She dismissed the thought, scoffing at the ridiculousness of the gossip.

With the documents in order, Eileen gave Bryan a confirming look. “Mr. Dawson, everything’s set.”

“Then let’s go,” Bryan replied. He rose, collected his coat, and sauntered past his desk.

Approaching Stella, his voice dropped to a tender whisper. “Grandma, I’ll return shortly. Should you need rest, the lounge awaits.”

Stella responded with a casual flick of her wrist, her eyes steady on her task. “Go.”

Bryan exited the

elevator’s embrace,

the doors converged, the space seemed to shrink. She tilted her head upward, finding herself

of the lift. His lips landed on her cheeks and her ears, his

Bryan found himself yearning for closeness, their foreheads meeting as his breath came

he

a warm flush spreading to her ears

than whispers. His hand drew her closer by the waist. “Look at

to the deserted underground lot, its doors opening to a

his, eyes wide and shimmering,

something about Eileen, a pull Bryan couldn’t

graced her features, casting a warm glow over her fair

help but feel disarmed, impatient to escape the confines of

carrying her close as he

car door clicking open under

she nestled into the seat, Bryan leaned in, his hands threading through her hair with urgency

pressed against him, tilting her head aside. “Someone’s coming,” she

got into the car, pulling the door shut with a decisive thud as he brought her close onto his

in hand, inspecting the shadows and mumbling

head against Bryan’s shoulder,

back, revealing the contour of his neck to Eileen, his gaze reflecting a

steadied, synchronized with the

she kissed his Adam’s apple, then gracefully moved

resigned smile, still suppressing the restlessness she had

was mostly a formality to show respect to the other

with a quiet strength that never failed to draw

charged the air around him had settled. With the meeting finished, they

the car. “Tonight, you’ll join me in escorting my grandmother to the Dawson Mansion, and afterwards, we’ll go

softness touched by joy, a subtle smile

the smile touching Eileen’s lips. He wondered if she had ever felt happy because of

by the abrupt ring of Eileen’s phone—Karla was

tap, the speakerphone came alive, Karla’s voice tinged with urgency. “Eileen, the document you

escaped her lips, her pulse quickening. The leaked

someone inside the

way,” Eileen said. Call ended, she parked the car and told Bryan, “Mr. Dawson, we’re

Bryan’s movements precise as he prepared to face

executive floor. There, in the sanctum of Bryan’s office, stood Karla, her posture subdued under Stella’s watchful

spun around, her gaze

the office, Vivian said, “Dawson, despite my short tenure, I know the employees well. Karla’s been with Apex Group for years.

paid little heed to Eileen’s arrival, her attention momentarily diverted by Bryan’s entrance before resuming her insinuations. “Karla, tell us—who else had