Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 86

Chapter 86:

Bryan escorted Vivian to the secluded living room reserved for his use alone, where none could venture without his permission.

On the sofa, tears etched Vivian’s cheeks as she said, “Bryan, this isn’t fair. How am I less than her? My love for you is true, but her? It’s your wealth she’s after!”

His expression tightened at her words. “You’re targeting the wrong person,” he said.

Eileen reached the top of the staircase just in time to catch their words. A hopeful flutter began in her chest.

Was Bryan actually taking her side against Vivian? A fleeting joy bubbled within, only to be quenched by his next utterance.

“She’s merely a distraction,” Bryan said.

The realization stung. Eileen pressed her lips together, questioning her decision to come here.

Yet, in a twisted way, this clarity was a balm, offering her peace in understanding her true standing.

Eileen tightened her hold on the card as tears fell down her face.

Without a sound, she retreated down the stairs.

On the upper floor, Vivian and Bryan’s confrontation continued. With composure regained, Vivian’s voice was softer. “Bryan, losing my cool was wrong, but it’s hard for me to watch you with another woman. Have you considered that if you end things with her and the money stops, she might turn vindictive? What if she—”

She halted, her thoughts teetering on a precipice. She didn’t know if Bryan knew that Eileen was pregnant.

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She added, “What if she turns on the company, or worse?”

“She’s not a threat,” Bryan said, his words short and final. “You need to find a way to persuade my grandmother.”

With that, he turned and went to his room, his exit speaking volumes without a word.

Vivian, driven by a mixture of desperation and resolve, caught him in an embrace from behind. “Bryan, I’m not going anywhere. Take me. Your marital status doesn’t matter. I just want us to be together. Forget about Eileen.”

Her hands awkwardly grappled with his shirt, her efforts to undo the buttons clumsy and futile, but Bryan quickly pulled her hands away with decisiveness.

He faced her, his gaze cold.

The ring of a phone cut through the tense silence—it was Bryan’s.

With a swift motion, he answered, “Hello…”

A brief exchange ensued, and then he turned to Vivian. “Kian is on the line, wondering if you need him to pick you up.”

instant. “No! I don’t want to

that, Vivian quickly excused herself to

on the call, Bryan’s advice was firm. “Kian, it’s best to end this deal soon. It’s

what I’m doing. Just give her more

winds swirling outside, warned, “Don’t get lost

reply was barely audible. “Got

a stillness enveloped Bryan. Vivian’s

memory of Eileen’s faint smile as she took the card earlier

away the pretense, to discover

echoed in his

night’s rainfall had cleansed

seemingly indifferent to being labeled a mere tool, rose

her in the courtyard with Stella,

chill in his gaze, greeting Stella with

Stella, he acknowledged

to

father about your parents’ return. Full house calls

she queried, “When

he surveyed the servants bustling in the courtyard. “Soon,” he

parents might return after Zola’s graduation. For now, a modest birthday gathering for me will do,”

“You’ll see to

understand, Mr. Dawson,” Eileen replied, stealing a

sun did little to soften his cold

briskly, her demeanor untouched by the prior evening’s drama, and gently grasped Stella’s arm. “Your birthday deserves more than simplicity. My family anticipates the event.

to Bryan, subtly seeking his

for her to say something. Eileen believed they wanted to discuss the

right,” Stella said. “Eileen, draft invitations for a select number of our family’s friends. Emphasize attendance. Tell them there’ll be a significant announcement

at Eileen. “What are you still waiting

back the swell of emotions, responding with a voice that quivered

his shoulder lightly. “Would you help me choose a gift for your

expression shifted subtly, and he replied with a

telling, hinting at

now, seeing as you won’t go to the office later, Mr. Dawson,” Eileen said. The discomfort was too much, and she was

stepping in before Bryan could respond, said, “You’re free to go. Manage the internal meetings this morning on your own. Bryan won’t have the time

inhaled deeply, steadying

previous evening’s scent,

road, Eileen’s drive was swift, the scent of rain-soaked earth wafting in through the

detour to Springvale Lane for a change of attire. Strangely, as she

with tasks as Bryan’s absence left

hands, an affair that had evolved from a simple

called, instructing Eileen to hand-deliver the invitations as a gesture of personal touch and

invitees was the Meyer family, and when Eileen went