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

to shrink. She tilted her head upward, finding herself caught in an unexpected

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

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

I,” he

a tight line, a warm flush

craved more than whispers. His hand drew her closer by

the deserted underground lot, its doors opening to a gust

met his, eyes wide and shimmering, leaving Bryan

Eileen, a pull Bryan couldn’t

the sun had graced

but feel disarmed, impatient to

her close as he

door clicking open under her

leaned in, his hands

as she pressed against him, tilting her head

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

in hand, inspecting the shadows and

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

the contour of his neck to Eileen, his gaze reflecting a storm of

steadied, synchronized with the rhythm of

Adam’s apple, then gracefully moved

still suppressing the restlessness she had

was mostly a formality to show respect to the

gesture infused with a quiet strength

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

escorting

softness touched by joy, a subtle smile gracing

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

by the abrupt ring of Eileen’s

voice tinged with urgency. “Eileen, the document you gave me

word escaped her lips, her pulse quickening. The leaked document was

importantly, someone inside the

on my way,” Eileen said. Call ended, she parked the car and told Bryan, “Mr.

movements precise as he prepared to

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

the door creaked, Karla spun around, her gaze pleading

employees well. Karla’s been with Apex Group for

by Bryan’s entrance before resuming