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

that was devoid of food and drink. Although Benjamin suggested going out

he ordered Benjamin to untie Bailee

the ropes around Bailee’s wrists and murmured, “Don’t

looked at him, her expression uncertain,

seemed poised to say more, but

she rushed to the living

wooden sofa there looked cheap, making Kian’s refined presence seem even more out of

chose not to sit, instead standing to smoke in the middle of the

attracted a few small

sudden burst of anger, Bailee grabbed a vase and threw it at Kian.

a wound from the previous car accident, causing blood to stream down his face. He winced

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

with a firm grip and frowned. “If Eileen had cooperated from the start, none of this

How dare you try to control our lives? Are you using my life to manipulate my sister? I’d rather die than be a

dash for the window, seemingly determined to break it

Warren has never used

the collision with Benjamin, Bailee paused, then turned to look

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

fear. “You tried to leverage my sister with threats about my

only one thought in her mind, and

got to her feet, and in a swift motion, she removed

immediately, draping his coat 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

room, closing the door

in the living room, Kian stood still, blood trickling from

the blood away, seemingly indifferent to the pain. A sneer formed on his face, not one of mockery but tinged with a different

Meanwhile, at Dawson Mansion,

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

Bryan. Yet, she

long. Thank you for protecting my position as Mr. Dawson’s wife. But I don’t feel worthy of Mr. Dawson. I’ve signed the divorce papers; I hope you can grant me permission,” Eileen said to

furrowed

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

the stairs, leaving Eileen alone

rushed in, quickly

discussion, they both returned to the living room, laying a thick divorce

lips pursed in hesitation, contemplated opening

wait for you to read this. Don’t worry; we don’t need anything from you

she watched Stella quickly turn to the agreement’s

signing

to

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