Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 91

Chapter 91:

Bryan’s gaze turned stormy, his expression hinting at the brewing turmoil within him.

To him, Eileen was the one stirring up trouble, eager to sever all ties with him and vanish from his life forever. Clearly, for the sake of money, she was willing to stoop to any low.

“Is Vivian really worth it, man? Is she that exceptional?”

Jacob’s words were silenced by a sharp glance from Bryan.

Jacob paused, realizing he might have misinterpreted the situation.

“I was blackmailed,” Bryan said, his tone laced with sarcasm.

Jacob mulled over the fragments of conversation he had overheard on the way here, piecing them together with sudden clarity.

“So Eileen really loves money, huh? But you’re aware of her mother’s illness, right? She was desperate.”

His sympathetic words were once again quashed by Bryan’s intense stare.

Having a sick mother didn’t give Eileen the right to exploit him like this.

Jacob sighed. “She’s wrong, no doubt about it. But why haven’t you let her go? She obviously means something to you. However, if your grandmother or the Warren family catch wind of this—”

“Enough!” Bryan erupted, rising from his seat, grabbing his coat, and striding out. “Let’s head to DV Club.”

It was clear that drowning his sorrows here wasn’t cutting it anymore; he needed a change of scenery to release the pent-up frustration.

Jacob could only follow, trotting alongside Bryan and murmuring, “Eileen’s really caught in a bind, caught between the Warren family and your grandmother. And now, you’re tightening the screws on her. How’s she going to survive?”

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With every word uttered, Bryan’s gaze darkened a shade deeper.

At the hospital, the acrid scent of disinfectant hung in the air as Eileen slowly regained consciousness, her head pounding.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes to the sight of the sterile white ceiling, pausing for a moment to gather her bearings.

“Eileen!” Bailee rushed to her side, a look of concern etched on her face. “You’re awake!”

The coolness on Eileen’s forehead was from Bailee checking her temperature. After a quick read, Bailee said anxiously, “The fever hasn’t gone down. I’ll go get a doctor.”

“I’ll stay here.” Huey’s voice came from the foot of the bed.

Eileen managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of Huey as he hastily exited the ward. She attempted to speak, but her throat felt parched and painful, as if engulfed in flames.

Furrowing her brow in discomfort, Eileen was handed a cup of warm water by Bailee.

With an IV tube in her hand, Eileen attempted to sit up.

never felt so weak; even sitting up seemed like an arduous task. After drinking two cups

her persistent high fever was due to a cold, requiring her

was unconscious. It was now swathed in bandages, with her fingers

the virus in your body is suppressed, the fever should not recur,” the

the

leaned against the headboard, her pale lips moving slightly. “How did I end up in the

might have succumbed to the fever! I heard your phone ringing inside your place, but when you didn’t answer the

arrived around six in the evening, finding Eileen already fast

have

okay now. No need to worry,” Eileen said. Seeing Bailee’s tears, Eileen reached out to comfort her, only to realize her hand

“Dry your tears. But Eileen, what happened to your hand? Didn’t

memories of Bryan’s cold demeanor flooding

didn’t manage to treat it in time, and was so exhausted that I fell asleep. I didn’t expect to develop a fever.” She chuckled softly. “At least I can rest

leave if you needed rest. Why did you

the subject with a light smile, she asked, “Did you two come to see

you for a meal,” Bailee said, stealing a glance at Huey before

chuckled softly. “Then I should

to the fever, her head felt heavy, and her eyelids

I wouldn’t have known what to do. It’s late; you should

shake the

for Eileen to be injured, untreated, and unconscious at home with a

up. “What do you mean? Did

I’ll stay here with you to keep an eye on her. There’s a place to rest here

tidied up the attendant bed for Bailee to

the cabinet in front of the sofa, Eileen’s phone

past eleven when the lights dimmed in the ward, and Eileen’s phone’s notification rang once more, breaking

who messaged Eileen? If it’s work-related and Mr. Dawson can’t

unlocking the phone. There were WhatsApp messages

photos attached, capturing a silhouette broodingly sipping a drink in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, emanating an aura

was cloaked

taking your side this time. Look at what

taken aback after reading that. Eileen seemed to be in

could Eileen be the one

the one mistreating Eileen and that Bryan was playing the victim

this thought, Huey swiftly composed

“He deserves worse!”

screen,

Eileen really sent

process it, Bryan

the screen, Bryan’s fury surged, and he

fish inside scattered

my phone! Why are you lashing out at

Bryan’s chest burned

leave Apex Group. There was no need for her to put on that submissive