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.”

and Bryan exited

the elevator’s embrace, Eileen inhaled

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

hand found a resting place between her shoulder blades and the cool surface of the lift. His lips landed on her cheeks and

confined space, Bryan found himself yearning for closeness, their foreheads meeting as his

I,” he

a warm flush spreading to her ears as she whispered

His hand drew her closer

descent to the deserted underground lot, its doors opening to

gaze met his, eyes wide

about Eileen, a pull Bryan couldn’t quite

sun had graced

but feel disarmed, impatient to escape the confines of the

lifted her, carrying her

door clicking open

hands threading through her hair with

against him, tilting

of footsteps approached, Bryan got into the car, pulling the door

a security guard, flashlight in hand, inspecting the

nestled her head against Bryan’s shoulder, murmuring, “I’m going to

Eileen, his gaze reflecting a storm of emotions tempered by

with the

gesture, she kissed his Adam’s apple, then gracefully moved to the driver’s

a resigned smile, still suppressing the restlessness she had

cooperation that Bryan personally handled was mostly a formality to show respect to

infused with a quiet strength that

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

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

by joy, a subtle smile gracing

touching Eileen’s lips. He wondered if she had ever

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

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

quickening. The leaked document was critical, slated

someone inside the company

told Bryan, “Mr. Dawson, we’re facing a grave issue. It might

the car, Bryan’s movements precise as he prepared to

sanctum of Bryan’s office, stood Karla, her posture

creaked, Karla spun around, her

my short tenure, I know the employees well. Karla’s been

arrival, her attention momentarily diverted by Bryan’s entrance before resuming her