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.”

response was instant. “No! I don’t

quickly excused herself to the downstairs

the call, Bryan’s advice was firm. “Kian, it’s best to end this deal soon. It’s not

doing. Just give her more time,”

with tempestuous winds swirling outside, warned, “Don’t get lost in

barely audible.

Bryan. Vivian’s tears and Kian’s request didn’t

was the memory of Eileen’s faint smile as she took

to discover if money

his mind, igniting a

rainfall had

indifferent to being labeled a mere tool, rose

to find her in the courtyard with

in his gaze, greeting Stella with

next to Stella,

do you plan to manage it this year? I’ll have people prepare it

father about your parents’ return. Full house calls for

queried, “When is Zola finishing

gaze briefly tightened as he surveyed the servants

modest birthday

told Eileen, “You’ll see to

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

did little

drama, and gently grasped Stella’s arm. “Your birthday deserves more than simplicity. My family anticipates the event. There are some things we should sit

to Bryan,

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

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

as she glanced at Eileen. “What are you still waiting for? Didn’t you

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

to Bryan, touching his shoulder lightly. “Would you help me choose

subtly, and he replied with a

silence was telling, hinting at

to the office later, Mr. Dawson,” Eileen said. The discomfort was too much, and she was ready

stepping in before Bryan could respond, said, “You’re free to go. Manage the internal meetings this morning on your

inhaled deeply,

of the previous

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

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

as Bryan’s absence left

fell into her hands, an affair that had evolved from a simple family meal

called, instructing Eileen to hand-deliver the invitations as

the Meyer family, and when Eileen went to deliver the invitation, Jacob happened to be