Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 100

Chapter 100:

Before Eileen had a chance to reply, Aaron was already bubbling over with enthusiasm, guiding Harlan through the rules.

Eileen glanced at Bryan, who was enjoying his meal with an air of detachment, as though the upcoming match held little weight for him.

With no other options, Eileen found herself listening to Aaron’s rule briefing, eating little of her food.

Aaron, in his zest, didn’t have the mood to continue his learning session. After the meal, he decided to start the game soon.

Harlan, ever cooperative, partnered with Aaron to transform their backyard into an impromptu basketball arena.

Eileen faced a snag of her own. Her attire, a short skirt paired with high heels, was far from ideal for sports.

Observing the ready court, she pressed her lips together.

“Retrieve your outfit from the car. Make sure you’ve changed before returning,” Bryan said. Suddenly, the familiar car key materialized before Eileen.

Bryan extended the key to Eileen, and she furrowed her brow in mild surprise.

Grasping the key, she pivoted and strode across the stone-adorned path.

At the car’s trunk, a moment’s hesitation gave way to resolve, and she lifted the lid to reveal a set of women’s athletic wear, brand tags still affixed.

The garments were her size, a perfect fit. With the shopping bag in hand, Eileen slipped into the car to change.

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While changing, a flood of memories washed over Eileen—memories of moments shared with Bryan in this very car, on this very seat.

The thoughts turned her cheeks red. She hastened her change of clothes and stepped out, only to find Bryan standing near the car, a cigarette held casually between his fingers. At the sound of the door, he glanced back.

Eileen was now clad in gem-blue sportswear, the logo on her chest matching Bryan’s.

The clothes showcased her great figure clearly.

Bryan caught a glimpse of her blushing ears, an eyebrow arching playfully as his lips tilted into a subtle smile.

“Let’s go,” he said.

With a flick, he discarded the ashes and strolled back, nonchalantly tossing the cigarette end into a nearby bin.

As Eileen trailed behind, she smelled the mixed scents of tobacco and pine on him.

Taking a deep breath, she composed herself, her thoughts pivoting back to the matter of the competition.

Unbeknownst to them, in the periphery, a car was stationed. Its occupant had been discreetly capturing the scene since Eileen had emerged from Bryan’s car.

A hand stealthily emerged from the slightly ajar window, maneuvering a phone to capture photos and record videos.

house, the observer from the car hurried to the fence to snap

of skills in dribbling was apparent. So Bryan took a pause, dedicating

umbrella, Harlan and

Aaron nudged his

bother?” Harlan’s response came laced with frustration. “It’s clear what’s unfolding; I can’t rival

had only surfaced for Harlan when Bryan started imparting a one-on-one lesson to Aaron—an unexpected

still hope,” Aaron

Bryan’s married, and there’s talk of infidelity. We hold the moral high

short. “Ignore the rumors. Focus on the

gaze returning to the impromptu court, where

and clad in athletic wear, carried

maturity was evident, yet it didn’t overshadow

still green in the sport, struggled to keep hold of the ball,

hand over both Aaron

called for a coffee break. Meanwhile, Eileen

like Eileen, yet the regulars, Essie and Aniya,

for the coming

didn’t reply more, but she must

Eileen’s gaze landed on Bryan. He was leaning nonchalantly

a question. “This sportswear… Did you

perhaps Bryan had anticipated playing

that a problem?” Bryan turned

was instinctive, but it loosened her hair, some strands

cool her; her cheeks

through parted lips, she uttered, “Thank

tightened as he found himself drawn

particularly because it had been so long since he had been intimate with

longing, and in a moment of

breath mingled with his, the air charged

signaled for

down, his gaze

good for you to join

before Bryan finally responded, his voice laced with frustration, “I have no taste for

caught a glimpse of him adjusting his attire hastily, ensuring his lower body

discomfort was mirrored

she looked away, her flushed cheeks

inside, allowing them a prolonged moment of

game ended

Eileen and Bryan prepared to leave. Bryan handed

pause, Eileen took the car key and

toward a spot

of the

his figure reflecting in a car window as he

the car, rolled down the window, greeting Bryan with