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.

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

dribbling was apparent. So Bryan took a pause, dedicating a brief lesson for her

sun umbrella, Harlan and Aaron

Aaron nudged

bother?” Harlan’s response came laced with frustration. “It’s clear what’s

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

hope,” Aaron

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

short. “Ignore the rumors. Focus on the

gaze returning to the impromptu court, where he sighed at the sight. “They look

hair swept into a bun and clad in athletic wear, carried the youthful air

was evident, yet it didn’t overshadow his charm,

later, the competition officially began. Eileen, still green in the sport,

had the upper hand over

for a coffee break.

intern like Eileen, yet

had hoped to exchange shifts for the coming week, but Eileen, needing to tutor Aaron,

but she

Eileen’s gaze landed on Bryan.

a question. “This sportswear…

the air that perhaps Bryan had anticipated playing basketball

a problem?” Bryan turned to

it loosened

cool her; her cheeks were flushed, a sheen of perspiration

slightly through parted lips, she

as he found himself drawn to

concept to him, particularly because it had been so long since he had been

a moment of imbalance, Eileen

breath mingled with his, the

for restraint, a silent plea for

warning, Bryan looked down, his

It might be good for you to join him,” Eileen suggested

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

him adjusting his attire

was mirrored in

looked away, her flushed cheeks betrayed

them a

game ended in

Bryan prepared to leave. Bryan handed Eileen the car key.

Eileen took the car key and settled into the driver’s seat, noticing

toward a spot nearby. “Wait for me

nodded, unsure of the reason but following his

his figure reflecting in a car window as

the window, greeting Bryan with a