Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 142

Chapter 142:

“When you decide to return the money, I’ll let you out,” Milford slipped the key into his pocket and then made a mocking face at Eileen.

“You’re not the only person in this house. You should think about letting me out sooner rather than later!” Eileen said, frowning at the locked door.

She walked over and jiggled the handle a couple of times, but it remained steadfastly shut.

Milford said, “If you’re brave enough, go ahead and ask Bryan to rescue you. If you manage to convince me to let you out today, I’ll willingly attend your tutoring sessions in the future!”

He glanced at the phone in Eileen’s hand, regretting not taking it from her earlier. However, he couldn’t open the door now to get it.

With no other choice, he decided to abandon the attempt. Resolving not to unlock the door, he turned away and left with a cold snort.

Before Eileen could utter another word, Milford was already gone.

She could only sit down on the chair and rest for a while.

The evening deepened. The starry sky above was dazzling, and the fragrance of the flowers filled the air.

Another hour drifted by, yet there was no sign of Milford, and Eileen’s patience wore thin.

She pulled out her phone and sent a flurry of messages to Milford.

“Imprisonment is illegal. Do you understand that?”

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“If you don’t believe me, I’ll call the police. You’re going to get into serious trouble!”

“I don’t have any money on me. Let me out, and I’ll give it to you.”

Silence was the only reply. Milford probably didn’t believe her and couldn’t be bothered to respond.

Frustrated, Eileen sniffled and pondered Milford’s taunt,

“If you’re brave enough, go ahead and ask Bryan to rescue you.”

Eileen stared at Bryan’s WhatsApp profile on her phone screen, lost in thought.

After a long internal debate, she abandoned the idea of reaching out to Bryan and resolved to wait for another hour.

At nine o’clock, it was time for the tutoring session to end. Through the dim reflections from the villa’s lights, Eileen saw Milford in his bedroom, the light faintly illuminating his presence.

With no other recourse, she picked up her phone and messaged Milford again,

“If you don’t come home, my family will get worried. They’ll call the police, and they’ll come here!”

Within two minutes, the light in Milford’s bedroom extinguished.

Milford had gone to bed.

A sharp pang of frustration hit Eileen, and she slumped into the chair. The stunning starry sky held no charm for her now.

But she refused to believe that Milford would leave her locked up and let her stay here.

Patience, she thought, was her ally. Surely, Milford would relent eventually.

There was power in the garden house, and with her phone’s hotspot, she could use her laptop to work.

A small room in the corner stored various nutrients and tools for the flowers. There was a bathroom. Though not often used, it was functional.

Adalina’s tutoring session for the next night. She would stay put for now. It wasn’t cold

poked his head out of the window, hoping to see into the glass

as he emerged from the stairs, he saw

heart skipped

He seemed to have just come back and

at his feet, suggesting he had been there for some

Milford said, “I just wanted to go for a walk. I couldn’t sleep and needed some fresh

around. Go back to your room and sleep,” Bryan said

grew tense. Milford wondered how long he could keep the fact that he had locked Eileen in the

to conceal the truth as long as

the trash can. With one hand in his pocket, he made

on the top floor occupied a quarter of the villa’s

was illuminated as if it were daytime, with Eileen’s long hair bathed

curled up in a chair,

stood outside the glass house and watched her for a long time, Eileen remained

murmured with a smile. He took out his phone, tapped a

first rays of sunlight streamed in, casting a glow on Eileen’s face through the

chair, catching herself with her hands

she remembered that Milford had

got up and checked the

a few cigarette butts near the door and paused,

didn’t smoke. Could it have been

Eileen wasn’t sure if the butts had been there the

on the door a few times; it didn’t budge.

garden house, moved a small glass table near an outlet,

rang. It was a

you coming to the

think I can make it,” Eileen replied, glancing at the

long standoff, determined not to give in to

is here. He said he wants to see you first before he

time to see him. Let him pack up and go,” Eileen replied, guessing that Emmett probably wanted

a few instructions, she ended the call and stretched. Suddenly, she spotted a

It was still steaming.

the plate of spaghetti remained

hunger was a distant concern. Skipping meals was a regular occurrence when she was

brought her breakfast out of fear that she would starve. However, eating it would only make him unwilling to

her hunger strike to the extreme

refrained from eating and

work, she saw a message from a colleague. Emmett had left but was resolute

respond, merely

leaned over to peek at the first floor, catching a glimpse of Bryan lounging

wasn’t he

upstairs, feeling

piece of toast into his pocket when Bryan

Take

later,” Milford explained, his voice

arched an eyebrow. “There’s food in the fridge if

Bryan’s eyes made Milford’s heart

ate his

of sight, he quickly made his way to

and Eileen, having worked all morning, was napping in

sudden noise woke her. She turned

him, he said, “I’ll give you one last chance. Are you going to return

Eileen closed her eyes again, resting

garden house. Aren’t you

attempt to scare Eileen was almost laughable to

would be good company. I won’t get bored,” Eileen replied