Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 85

Chapter 85:

“Thank you, Miss Warren,” Eileen said.

Eileen was familiar with the behavior that aimed to flaunt her close ties to the Dawson family and her elevated social standing.

She lowered her head and focused on the food in her bowl, consuming only what was directly in front of her. She finished before anyone else, putting down her fork and quietly waiting for the meal to end.

During the meal, Vivian engaged in conversation with Stella, predominantly reminiscing about her past experiences with Bryan, highlighting amusing incidents from her numerous visits to the Dawson Mansion.

Stella remained aloof throughout the conversation, occasionally replying with brief remarks.

As Vivian noticed Stella’s waning interest, she grew quiet.

Bryan was the one who broke the awkward silence by standing up and serving Vivian some fish. Additionally, he moved a dish with a lighter flavor from in front of himself to Vivian.

“If memory serves me right, you’re fond of this dish. Better eat it quickly before it cools down,” Bryan said.

Eileen, with downcast eyes, felt a pang in her heart, her lips tightening as she observed him return to his seat, his graceful hand reaching for a napkin to dab his mouth.

His effortless movements exuded a relaxed charm, his gaze warmly fixed on Vivian.

“Okay,” Vivian said with a smile, her eyes sparkling with delight.

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Stella shot a glance at Bryan, her expression darkening.

Bryan continued as if he hadn’t noticed, seamlessly picking up the conversation where Vivian had left off.

His captivating voice filled the dining room, drawing Vivian into a lively discussion, their laughter echoing through the room.

For Eileen, the scene was painful to witness.

“Frill,” Stella said, setting down her fork and walking over to Bryan. She gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Memories are precious, especially those that can never be recreated. If you two don’t take the time to reminisce, you might forget them entirely,” she said.

Then, she turned to Eileen, “Eileen, let’s not interrupt their trip down memory lane. Come with me.”

Without even glancing at Bryan, Eileen rose and followed Stella, leaving behind a heavy silence that seemed to amplify the sound of her own heartbeat.

Stella guided Eileen to the elevator, ascending to the glass greenhouse on the top floor, where rainwater cascaded down the windows.

Inside, vibrant lights illuminated the blooming flowers, casting a surreal beauty.

“Pass me the watering can,” Stella said, pointing at the long-spouted container in the corner.

Eileen hurried over, presenting it to Stella with both hands.

As Stella meticulously watered the flowers, she asked, “How long have you been working with Bryan?”

“More than three years,” Eileen replied.

“What’s your impression of him?” Stella asked as she led the way watering the plants.

followed Stella with slow steps, caught off guard by the abrupt

is a

asking about

eyes reflected Stella’s image as she stood

she even qualified

you think

into

the glass reverberated loudly, matching

on Mr.

“You’re too timid,” she

Eileen remained silent, offering

fragrance of flowers, and the temperature difference caused the glass to

late; you should rest. Have Bryan arrange

Stella back

Bryan’s, Eileen felt it inappropriate to search the mansion at

asked

Bryan’s response was prompt.

“Come to the garage.”

deserted living room before making her way

of thunder and rain

approached the car door and opened

legs crossed, his demeanor relaxed as he glanced toward her and

to climb in, Bryan swiftly pulled her onto his

the seat behind him, noticing its warmth indicating

plan for me to spend the

his lips parting slightly as he leaned back, his breath brushing

you to

his unspoken

Stella?” she asked, meeting

door locked with a security code.

it amusing; she couldn’t shake the thought of Bryan sharing sweet memories with Vivian just an hour

was here

emotions were in turmoil, but Bryan wasted no time, removing her

her with passionate kisses while gradually unbuttoning her

was heating up quickly as

it was her first in the Dawson

on the chest that she cried

said, plunging them both into the depths

masking it, Eileen’s moans resonated clearly in the car, a melodious sound that Bryan couldn’t get

the seat, spent, while Bryan helped her dress, delicately

touch on her fair cheek was gentle and considerate, softening Eileen’s

Bryan suddenly produced, she might have mistaken his tenderness for genuine

she accepted the card, offering

his voice taking on

me and money, which is more tempting

her throat, torn between her heart’s inclination towards Bryan the

answer was,