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

in the elevator’s

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

of the

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

he

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

His hand drew her closer by the waist. “Look at me,”

the deserted underground lot, its doors

his, eyes wide and shimmering, leaving Bryan

pull Bryan couldn’t quite pinpoint—unseen but

as she had sorted through paperwork, the sun had graced her features, casting

impatient to escape

her, carrying her close as

door clicking open

leaned in, his hands threading through her

escaped her as she pressed against him,

Bryan got into the car, pulling the door shut with a decisive thud as

security guard, flashlight in hand, inspecting the shadows and

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

to Eileen, his gaze reflecting a storm of

steadied, synchronized with

a fleeting gesture, she kissed his Adam’s apple, then gracefully moved

a resigned smile, still suppressing the restlessness

cooperation that Bryan personally handled was mostly a formality to

Bryan, every deliberate gesture infused with a quiet strength that

him had

join me in escorting my

touched by

the smile touching Eileen’s lips. He wondered if she had

arrival at the company was punctuated by the abrupt ring of

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

The

the

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

movements precise as he

in the sanctum of Bryan’s office, stood Karla, her posture subdued under Stella’s

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

know the employees well. Karla’s

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