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

in the elevator’s embrace, Eileen

converged, the space seemed to shrink. She tilted her head upward, finding herself caught in an unexpected

her shoulder blades and the cool surface of the lift. His

himself yearning for closeness, their foreheads meeting as his breath came in short

he called

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

craved more than whispers. His hand drew her closer by the waist. “Look at me,” he

swift descent to the deserted underground lot, its doors opening to a gust that scattered the

met his, eyes wide and shimmering, leaving Bryan

about Eileen, a pull Bryan couldn’t quite pinpoint—unseen but deeply

sun had graced her features, casting a warm glow over her

feel disarmed, impatient to escape the confines

carrying her close as he walked towards the

cooperated, the car door clicking

leaned in, his hands threading

protest escaped her as she pressed against

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

guard, flashlight in hand, inspecting the shadows

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

Eileen, his gaze reflecting a storm of emotions tempered by

emotions steadied, synchronized with

gesture, she kissed his Adam’s apple, then

still

personally handled was mostly a formality to show

with a quiet strength that never failed

the air around him had settled. With

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

came with a softness touched by joy, a subtle smile

the smile touching Eileen’s lips.

arrival at the company was punctuated by the abrupt ring of Eileen’s

alive, Karla’s voice tinged with urgency. “Eileen, the document you gave me

her pulse quickening. The leaked document was critical, slated

someone inside the company had leaked the

ended, she parked the car and told Bryan, “Mr. Dawson,

precise as he prepared

they ascended to the executive floor. There, in the sanctum of Bryan’s office, stood Karla, her

her gaze pleading when she looked at

tenure, I know the employees well. Karla’s been with Apex Group for years. She won’t betray

Eileen’s arrival, her attention momentarily diverted by Bryan’s entrance before resuming her insinuations. “Karla,