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.

tutoring session for the next night. She would stay

his room, Milford poked his head out of the window, hoping

no choice but to head to the top floor. But as he

skipped

his fingers. He

ash at his feet, suggesting he had been

just wanted to go for a walk. I

Don’t wander around. Go back to your room and sleep,”

grew tense. Milford wondered how long he could keep the

planning to conceal the truth as long as possible. He turned back, returning to his room and falling onto

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

the top floor occupied a quarter of the

illuminated as if it were daytime, with Eileen’s

was curled up in a chair, her black

as Bryan stood outside the glass house and watched her

got some resilience,” Bryan murmured with a smile. He took out

of sunlight streamed in,

fell off the chair, catching herself with

for a few moments, she remembered that Milford had

checked the

few cigarette butts near the

smoke. Could

sure if the butts had been there

a few times; it didn’t

the garden house, moved a small glass table near an

in the morning, her phone rang. It was a colleague from the

Curtis, are you coming

make it,” Eileen replied, glancing at the time. “I might not be

standoff, determined not to give in

wants to see you first before he packs

and go,” Eileen

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

It was still steaming.

her eyes, but the plate of

was a regular occurrence when she was immersed in her work, so she decided to ignore the plate of

she would starve. However, eating it would only make him unwilling to open the door sooner for

hunger strike to the extreme

refrained from eating and even closed

her work, she saw a message from a colleague.

didn’t respond,

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

he

upstairs,

noon, he descended for lunch, discreetly slipping a piece of toast into his pocket when Bryan wasn’t

doing? Take it

to be hungry later,”

an eyebrow. “There’s food

in Bryan’s

Milford took out the toast, ate his lunch

that Bryan was out of sight, he quickly

sun was bright, and Eileen, having worked all

turned and

and look at him, he said, “I’ll give you one last

again, resting

there are ghosts in this garden house. Aren’t you afraid

Eileen was almost laughable

won’t