Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 121

Chapter 121

Chapter 121:

Eileen found herself locked in Bryan’s gaze, firmly stating, “I told you, I’m only interested in your money. You might be important to others, but to me, you’re just a convenient source of income.”

Bryan felt a piercing pain as her words hit him, shattering his heart.

His face turned cold.

Realizing her words hadn’t quite made the mark she intended, Eileen pressed on, her voice sharp as she delivered the cruel truths. “Apart from your money, I feel nothing for you. You have Vivian in your heart, a wife at home, and me in your bed. You’re despicable. Without your wealth, do you think I would have stayed by your side?”

Her wrist was abruptly released, sending her staggering back into the cane chair, her hair falling across her face in disarray.

Through her tangle, she saw Bryan’s forehead vein bulging, his jaw clenched tightly.

She had never seen him so engulfed with rage, and it was clear she was the trigger.

Bryan loosened his tie and pinched the bridge of his nose, a gesture of deep frustration.

Then, suddenly leaning forward, he gripped the edges of the cane chair, glaring down at her. “Eileen, you truly are heartless. After all the kindness I’ve shown you over the years, this is how you repay me?”

He sneered, his anger boiling over into a cynical laugh, his hands whitening as he gripped the chair even tighter.

Eileen, however, curled up, resigned to his wrath. Hidden beneath her tousled hair, warm tears began to stream down, cooling as they trickled along her neck.

The lingering scent of smoke quickly faded. It was because Bryan left in a huff. Shirt-clad and seething, he kicked a small stool out of his way with a loud thud and stormed out.

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His angry silhouette disappeared through the doorway, and the faint hum of his car slowly faded into the distance.

The door stood slightly open, letting in a gust that brushed against Eileen’s face, yet she appeared unaffected by the chill.

With empty eyes, she scanned the dim room, a place dense with memories despite her short stay.

Her phone’s ring suddenly cut through the silence, disrupting the tranquility of her reflections.

It was Kian on the line, but Bailee was the one who spoke.

“Eileen, don’t worry, okay?” Bailee said.

“Just hang tight. Once I sort everything out, I’ll let you go,” Eileen responded, her voice thick with emotion.

“Okay,” Bailee said, a trace of panic detectable in her reply.

Kian grabbed the phone, pressing Eileen to finalize everything by the next day before he

was devoid of food and drink. Although Benjamin suggested going out to get something

had his meal delivered for dinner, after which he ordered Benjamin to untie

Benjamin gently loosened the ropes around Bailee’s wrists and murmured, “Don’t worry. As

expression uncertain,

and he seemed poised to say more, but

rushed to

wooden sofa there looked cheap, making Kian’s refined presence seem

sit, instead standing to

few

grabbed a vase and threw it at

causing blood to stream down his face. He winced from

Eileen do?” Bailee shouted, lunging forward to grab Kian’s collar. “You and your sister are monsters!

pulled her hand away with a firm grip and frowned. “If Eileen had cooperated from the start, none of this would have

bully us because we’re less privileged and poorer? How dare you try to control our lives? Are you using my life to manipulate my sister? I’d rather die

for the window, seemingly determined to break

“Mr. Warren has never

Bailee paused, then turned to look

with a serious and astonished tone, said, “Eileen and you are not sisters by

without fear. “You tried to leverage my sister with

only one thought in her mind, and that was to avoid

motion, she removed her sweater and lifted her undershirt to reveal her flat

around Bailee and guiding her back to the bedroom. His voice was low and urgent. “Don’t act rashly. Eileen has already complied with Mr. Warren’s demands. Provoking him won’t help you.

room, closing the door

room, Kian stood still, blood trickling

the wound, methodically wiping the blood away, seemingly indifferent to the pain. A sneer

Meanwhile, at Dawson Mansion,

a grim reality in the living room, standing opposite Stella, who wore a stern look. A divorce agreement lay on the table between

Bryan. Yet, she found

I don’t feel worthy of Mr. Dawson. I’ve signed the divorce papers; I hope you can grant me

divorce papers, furrowed her brow as she was lost in

“Okay, but I have no interest in this divorce agreement. Wait here; have the

she ascended the stairs, leaving

in, quickly going

discussion, they both returned to the living room,

hesitation,

with impatience, saying, “There’s no time to wait for you to read this. Don’t worry; we don’t need anything from

Stella quickly turn to

complied, signing

agreement to the lawyer and announced to Eileen, “You are now free to leave and go

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