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.

with slow steps, caught off guard by

“Mr. Dawson is a highly competent boss,

him myself. I’m asking about your personal opinion of

image as she stood there,

she even qualified to evaluate Bryan’s

you think he and Vivian

aside the watering can and settled into a vine chair, fixing Eileen with a sharp

of raindrops against the glass reverberated loudly, matching the

place to comment on Mr. Dawson’s character,” Eileen

“You’re too

remained silent, offering

of flowers, and the temperature difference caused the glass

Stella rose from her chair. “It’s late; you

Stella back to her

was Bryan’s, Eileen felt it inappropriate to

asked you to

Bryan’s response was prompt.

“Come to the garage.”

deserted living room before

the rumble of thunder and rain outside.

approached the car door and

legs crossed, his demeanor relaxed as he glanced toward

began to climb in, Bryan

the seat behind him, noticing its warmth indicating he had been

do you plan for me to spend the

course not,” Bryan replied, his lips parting slightly as he leaned back, his breath

you to the guest

sensed his

by Stella?” she asked, meeting his

door locked with a security

the

he was here with

in turmoil, but Bryan wasted no

her with passionate kisses while

heating

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

her on the chest that she cried out, snapping back to see his frustrated

plunging them both into the depths of

it, Eileen’s moans resonated clearly in the car, a melodious sound

Eileen lay back in the seat, spent, while Bryan helped her dress, delicately tidying her long

cheek was gentle and considerate, softening

not for the black card Bryan suddenly produced, she might have mistaken his

slightly as she accepted the card, offering a smile. “Thank you,

felt Bryan’s gaze intensify, his

money, which is more

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

knew that whatever her answer was, he would likely not