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

the elevator’s embrace,

to shrink. She tilted her head

place between her shoulder blades and the cool surface of the lift. His lips landed on her

himself yearning for closeness, their foreheads meeting as

he called

lips formed a tight line, a warm flush spreading to her ears as she whispered

more than whispers. His hand drew her closer by the waist.

lot, its doors opening to a gust that scattered

met his, eyes wide

about Eileen, a pull Bryan couldn’t quite

had graced her features, casting a

impatient

he lifted her, carrying her close as he walked

door clicking

his hands threading through her hair with urgency as

as she pressed against him, tilting her head aside.

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

guard, flashlight in hand, inspecting the shadows

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

Eileen, his gaze reflecting a storm of emotions

emotions steadied, synchronized with the

a fleeting gesture, she kissed his Adam’s

still suppressing the restlessness

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

gesture infused with a quiet strength

had settled. With the

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

softness touched by joy, a subtle smile gracing her

cold as he saw the smile touching Eileen’s lips. He wondered if she had ever felt happy because

the company was punctuated by

tinged with urgency. “Eileen, the document you

her lips, her pulse quickening. The leaked

inside the company had leaked the

Call ended, she parked the car and told Bryan, “Mr. Dawson, we’re facing a grave issue. It might require your

Bryan’s movements precise as he prepared to face

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

door creaked, Karla spun around, her gaze pleading when she looked at

short tenure, I know the employees well. Karla’s been with Apex Group

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