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.

the private room buzzed with whispers

unreadable as

had even changed

he was branded despicable by her, and he still

course recordings,

who will come by later to check things out,”

it was almost time

her materials. “I’ll

the shelf, straightened her outfit,

Denzel stepped out first, followed by a young boy

a black obsidian earring, the boy radiated a rebellious vibe. His eyes, tinted by colored contacts, briefly scanned Eileen and the

a

“This is Milford Murray.”

with a polite smile, choosing to ignore Milford’s dismissive attitude. She turned to Denzel, “Did

at the car, then returned his attention to Eileen with a

were shut, and someone could just barely be seen

she turned her

the car, sitting in the driver’s seat, Raymond watched them go inside and said,

legs

a shiver to run down Raymond’s spine. Raymond quickly fell

for Denzel to emerge with Milford,

two streets before Denzel stepped out and

then, suddenly said, “I don’t

sister’s idea,” Bryan replied, his attention fixed

living the good life, while I’ve never even met her. What gives her the right to meddle in

was filled

from his phone; the slight furrow of his brow

add, but suddenly, he caught Bryan’s sharp glance—icy

Seizing the moment, he swiftly reached for the door handle, flung open the car door,

on the brakes, but it was too late; Milford had already made his escape. Thankfully, the car had

awkwardly, spraining his ankle. He struggled to his feet, only to collapse in pain, unable to stand

around Milford halted abruptly, and frustrated drivers rolled down their windows to

chaos only subsided when Raymond exited the car and, after offering apologies to the onlookers, helped Milford

moving again, Raymond secured the car

Bryan’s instruction, they headed straight

a 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 packing, that’s fine. I’ll stay out of it. But if you

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