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.

slow steps, caught off guard by the abrupt and

Dawson is a highly competent

about your personal opinion of him as

eyes reflected Stella’s image as she stood

even qualified to

asked, “Do you think

into a vine

of raindrops against the glass reverberated loudly, matching

to comment on

disapprovingly. “You’re too timid,”

remained silent, offering a smile in

and the temperature difference caused the glass to mist up. Stella gazed at the

her chair. “It’s late; you

Eileen replied, walking Stella back to

Eileen felt it inappropriate to search the mansion at this

Dawson has asked you to arrange

Bryan’s response was prompt.

“Come to the garage.”

aback, Eileen glanced around the deserted living room before making her way toward the

only sound was the rumble of thunder and rain outside. Through

brow, Eileen approached the car

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

Bryan swiftly

Eileen braced herself against the seat behind him, noticing its warmth

Dawson, do you plan for me to spend the

not,” Bryan replied, his lips parting slightly as he leaned back, his breath brushing against her

take you to

his

found by Stella?” she asked, meeting his sharp gaze in

locked with a security

this—Eileen found it amusing; she couldn’t shake the thought of Bryan sharing

was here

were in turmoil, but Bryan wasted no

showered her with passionate kisses while gradually unbuttoning

heating up

not Eileen’s first time in a car, it was her first in the Dawson Mansion,

wasn’t until Bryan bit her on the chest that

said, plunging them both into

no longer masking it, Eileen’s moans resonated clearly in the car,

while Bryan helped her dress, delicately tidying her long

on her fair cheek was

produced, she might have mistaken his tenderness for genuine

the card, offering a

felt Bryan’s gaze intensify, his voice taking on a meaningful tone as it

me and money, which is more

torn between her heart’s inclination towards Bryan

whatever her answer was, he would