Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 123

Chapter 123

Chapter 123:

“Eileen, why is it taking so long for you just to send an invoice? The food is getting cold!” Bailee grumbled on the other end of the line.

Eileen smiled as she responded, “It’s taken care of. I’ll be right back. Go ahead and start eating without me.”

“Tomorrow’s Friday, and we have to go to the hospital together in the evening to visit Mom. The doctor said that talking to her might help her wake up sooner. You can’t be late tomorrow!” Bailee said.

“Okay.” Eileen quickly agreed and ended the call. As she gazed at the city lights starting to sparkle, she found herself thinking of the silhouette she had glimpsed from the private room.

She would occasionally think of Bryan, maybe because of a familiar silhouette, a voice, or even a piece of clothing that resembled his.

But now, her life was calm and comfortable. The targeted drug that could heal Ruby had been developed; all that was left was for Ruby to awaken.

What more could she want?

Brushing her hair away from her face as the breeze scattered it, she walked away.

At the second-floor window, a tall man stood, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers as he watched Eileen leave.

Denzel approached and said, “Mr. Dawson, you’ve been here smoking for a while now. The food will get cold if you don’t come eat soon.”

Bryan put out his cigarette, shifted his gaze from the window, and walked back to the table, asking casually, “Who was that just now?”

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“That was the tutor I hired for my daughter. She stopped by to drop off the bill. Sorry for the interruption. I owe you a drink for that.” Denzel reached for his cup, ready to drink.

His arm felt a sudden weight as Bryan stopped him. He looked at him confusedly.

“Is she trustworthy?” Bryan inquired.

After a brief pause, Denzel responded, “Yes, she’s dependable. I’ve done my research; she’s definitely qualified.”

Bryan raised his eyebrows slightly and leaned back, more relaxed. “Pass me her contact details then. I might need her.”

“What?” Denzel was taken aback. He sent Eileen’s mobile number to Bryan and asked, “Mr. Dawson, do you have any kids at home?”

“Why all the questions? Just mind your own business,” chimed in another voice.

buzzed with whispers

faint smile touched Bryan’s lips, his deep eyes unreadable as he

had even changed

been a year since he was branded despicable by her, and

afternoon, after finishing her online course recordings, Eileen stretched, and

just called. He’s introducing us to a client who will come by later to check

clock; it was

her materials. “I’ll

the shelf, straightened her outfit, and went downstairs with her

pulled up outside, and Denzel stepped out first, followed by a young boy

radiated a rebellious vibe. His eyes, tinted

with a smile

“This is Milford Murray.”

you,” Eileen responded with a polite smile, choosing to ignore Milford’s dismissive attitude. She turned to Denzel, “Did his parents

attention to Eileen

someone could just barely be seen inside. Eileen’s gaze settled on the figure, a strange feeling

before she turned her gaze to Denzel.

the driver’s seat, Raymond watched them go inside and said, “Mr. Dawson, shouldn’t we go greet

legs crossed, a ray

shifted from the departing Eileen to Raymond, causing a shiver to

Denzel to emerge with Milford, clutching an invoice, before they both got

two streets before Denzel stepped out

who had been quiet until then,

idea,” Bryan replied, his

sister is she to me? She grew up with your family, living the good life,

was filled

from his phone; the slight furrow of his brow showed

he caught Bryan’s sharp glance—icy

swiftly reached for the door handle, flung open the car door, and

Milford had already made his escape. Thankfully, the car had been moving slowly through

to his feet, only to collapse in pain, unable to

frustrated drivers rolled down their windows to

chaos only subsided when Raymond exited the car and, after offering apologies

moving again, Raymond secured the car

instruction, they headed straight for

sideways glance at Milford. “Zola thought you needed a tutor, not me. I’ve done my bit. If you don’t want to keep up with the lessons—take it up with the tutor. If you manage to send her

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