Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Chapter 92:

Eileen endured a full day tethered to IV drips and medication, with Bailee constantly urging her to stay hydrated.

The medication likely lulled her into sleep for the better part of the day.

The following morning, she slipped into the professional outfit Bailee had selected for her.

That was when the realization hit her—she was heading to the banquet to meet Bryan, destined once more to confront his icy stare and dismissive glances.

“Eileen, your clothes seem looser,” Bailee remarked, pulling at the skirt’s hem, now spacious enough to slide an arm through.

Eileen spun around, fetched a safety pin from her bag, and quickly secured her skirt. “It’s fine; I’ll adjust it. You two have neglected your work for two days to be here. You can head back to work now. If you’re still worried, come back and check on me this evening.”

She exited the hospital ward, her lipstick lending her a hint of robustness despite her frailty.

The bandage wrapped around her hand contrasted sharply with her otherwise polished demeanor.

The venue for Stella’s birthday celebration was a hotel owned by Apex, which had been completely reserved for the event.

A plush red carpet unfurled from the entrance, extending all the way to the curb, greeting the arriving guests.

The guest list was short, yet it comprised exclusively influential figures.

The banquet was scheduled to start at ten in the morning, and Eileen made her entrance an hour early.

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As she stepped out of the taxi, she walked the red carpet to the entrance, where the staff promptly welcomed her. “Morning, Ms. Curtis!”

Eileen acknowledged them with a nod, feeling a twinge of…

Of unease, and proceeded inside. “There,” she expected.

Stella had already taken her place.

The grand hall was alive with festive decorations, all tailored to Stella’s taste and orchestrated by Eileen herself.

Stella occupied the central chair, with Bryan beside her, his back to the entrance, lounging in his seat with a casual lean.

He seemed engrossed in something Stella was saying, his head slightly bowed.

“Eileen, are you no longer interested in your job? You’ve even arrived later than Bryan,” Stella’s voice carried a note of clear dissatisfaction as she observed Eileen’s arrival.

Eileen noticed Bryan’s frame tense momentarily before he relaxed again.

Approaching his side, she offered a slight nod to Stella, saying, “I apologize for the late arrival.”

Stella noticed the bandages on Eileen’s hand, her expression tightening. “Injured? That explains the leave request.”

Eileen hesitated, wondering if Bryan had shared that information with Stella or if Stella had pieced it together herself.

Since Bryan remained silent, Eileen didn’t clarify about that. “Yes, I needed some time to recover after I got scalded.”

firmly, “No heavy lifting for you today. You can stay since you’ve already made it

his head slightly lowered, maintaining an air

felt a twinge

a frown as she nudged Bryan

flex of his brow, Bryan, one hand casually tucked into

acknowledged Stella with a nod and quickly followed

entrance of the banquet hall, the double wooden doors boasted intricate carvings, each flanked by towering

against the wall, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips, expertly blowing smoke rings into the

Mr. Dawson. I’m aware I’m on suspension, and I won’t be at the company tomorrow,” Eileen stated, keeping her distance, her

expect my grandmother to ask you to come here, right?” Bryan’s

had sent that message about him. Then again, the message had been intended

Eileen would be

lifted her gaze to meet

to elaborate. He continued to smoke, the swirling

surrounded him as the smoke danced in

composed herself, standing slightly behind Bryan,

greeted the arriving guests with his

responded with polite gratitude, though

his eyebrows at Eileen as he entered, a

come

coordinating dark red attire, their expressions

dressed in a delicate pink with a black bow adorning her hair, looked every bit the

of

attendees accounted for, Bryan ushered the Warren

Vivian and Kian had slowed

Mrs. Dawson acknowledges me. Tomorrow, I’ll make sure your suspension turns into a termination. You’ll be

smile, evidently feeling she had finally outmaneuvered Eileen, releasing

to Bryan ahead, who seemed to catch

of his fingers, Bryan looked

turned to

in the kitchen was running smoothly, Eileen made her way back to

gathered around Stella, all

slightly behind Bryan, noticing a cluster of young

following closely behind Vivian, delivered a series of biting remarks before

her stood Phoebe, her short hair framing

a smile while

snort and turning his gaze away, hinting at some unspoken tension between them. Eileen, standing quietly behind Bryan, could only speculate about

elder said, “Mrs. Dawson, it’s nearly lunchtime. You mentioned some big news you

quickly shifted

the prospect of Ewan and Vivian uniting was a cause for celebration, but for Eileen, it was

frustrated look at Megan before reaching out to grasp Bryan’s sleeve—a gesture fueled by her overwhelming

warmly and gestured invitingly

forward to join Stella, Vivian cast a

Vivian called

a warm tone, a pleasant first in

hall buzzed with festivity as people

Bryan and said, “Actually, Vivian is quite well-behaved, though a bit stubborn. But no matter her stubbornness, she wouldn’t

hinted at past grievances, seemingly accusing Bryan

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