Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 99

Chapter 99:

“I’m sorry,” Eileen quickly said, noticing she had accidentally stained the man’s suit pants with the mop water.

“It’s no trouble,” the man responded with a smile.

Looking up, Eileen saw the man was in his forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and giving her a slightly unsettling look.

Eileen wasn’t in the typical staff uniform yet, as it was her first day here.

Today, she was wearing her usual professional attire—a knee-length dress that modestly reached her knees but had hitched up slightly when she bent over the bucket.

Frowning slightly, she thought about excusing herself, but the man continued the conversation.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” he said.

After a brief pause, he inquired further, “Are you Eileen Curtis, the employee who has just been transferred here?”

“That’s correct,” Eileen replied, guessing the man must be from the mall management.

Straightening his posture, the man introduced himself, “I’m the floor manager on this level, Atley Marshall.”

Every employee of the mall was supposed to send their resumes to the headquarters, so Eileen had a vague recollection of a man named Atley Marshall.

He had managed to get the general manager position at Vicin Mall just a year ago.

Politely nodding, Eileen responded, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Marshall.”

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Atley smiled again. “I heard about your transfer from headquarters. I know Mr. Ferguson from the personnel department quite well. Do you know him?”

“I do,” Eileen answered succinctly.

Noticing her reserved demeanor, Atley decided not to prolong the conversation. “Well, you can carry on with your work.”

Eileen quickly moved on, feeling Atley’s gaze linger on her as she left.

As a newcomer here, Eileen was relegated to the more mundane tasks, such as organizing the warehouse.

Throughout the entire day, she never got the opportunity to engage with any customers at the store.

Her schedule was so packed that she found herself too preoccupied to even think about Bryan.

As her workday concluded, the sky had darkened.

Feeling exhausted, Eileen sat down by the hot spring pool outside the shopping mall, craving a brief escape from the daily demands. The evening air was brisk, prompting her to pull her coat tighter around herself.

After a while, she stood up and headed towards the bus stop.

A sleek black car suddenly pulled up beside her; the window rolled down halfway to reveal Atley inside. “Are you on your way home? I can give you a lift,” he said.

my own,” Eileen replied with

shadow cast on the ground, her elegant black cashmere coat hugging her figure

air of distinctiveness that left Atley feeling somewhat embarrassed

pulled out his phone and

member on the eighth floor, Eileen Curtis. Could you share some information about her?

muttered a reply. Atley said, “Please. I promise nobody will hear this. I really want to know

remained seated in his car. He watched as Eileen boarded the bus and left, fighting the urge to

time he had witnessed

streetlights danced across Eileen’s eyes. She bowed her head,

Instagram for quite some time. She quickly noticed updates from Vivian

images of her dining and shopping with Bryan. Most of these posts captured Bryan from the side

be it at a

comments and likes populated the page, many from

comments were particularly noticeable. They were simple, yet Eileen could see the ingratiating smile on

longer in the office, Judie appeared to be

revel in the attention,

had not engaged with any of Vivian’s posts. His own

breath, Eileen switched off her phone. She closed her eyes, trying to find some peace and rest,

open the door as Bryan alighted from the car, his stride into the villa both assured

the living room. She fixed her gaze on Bryan and asked with a hint of provocation, “What’s the matter? No headlines with Vivian today to

the living room and seating himself next to Stella. “If you had consented to the divorce earlier,

do whatever pleases you. It’s interesting to see who breaks first. The media’s already painting Vivian as

sipping her coffee with a dismissive sneer, maintaining an impressive façade

a smile, replying lightly, “As long as it

have you sent Eileen?” Stella asked. With a sharp glance, she added, “Even Raymond has been

Bryan’s assistant, and now she felt

gave a nonchalant shrug and said, “She’s now working as a sales associate. I’m not sure of her precise location—that’s for HR

hotels, making it a difficult task for Stella to pinpoint Eileen’s exact posting, especially since Bryan

hard and commanded, “I don’t

standing up and leaving the

Stella’s expression was one of vexed contemplation. She considered two possibilities: either Bryan was indifferent towards Eileen, or his feelings for Eileen were more

at the Dawson Mansion after dinner; he

him. A grimace crossed his face as

returning to Oak Villas. Climbing the stairs to the second floor, he saw Raymond’s

phone, assured Stella of Bryan’s whereabouts. “Mr. Dawson is at Oak Villas. He hasn’t gone anywhere else. I’m

sweat from his forehead, feeling the pressure

knack for slipping surveillance was

Bryan and Stella, Raymond found himself compromising to

concerted effort to shake him off, Raymond could manage to keep Eileen’s whereabouts a

worked for four days, arriving early and departing

to measurements and minor tasks, which left her no chance to directly interact with

to evaluate the personalities

of a lie-in, she rose early and made her way to the Clarkson family’s residence, carrying her textbooks. As she left her neighborhood, she noticed Bryan’s vehicle parked

roadside. Through the tinted glass, Bryan’s distinct

to approach the vehicle, remaining rooted

the horn that she realized