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.

to postpone Adalina’s tutoring session for the next night. She would stay

of the window, hoping to

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

heart skipped

you up to?” Bryan asked, holding a cigarette between his fingers. He seemed to have just

enough, there was a pile of cigarette ash at his feet, suggesting he had been there for

hesitation, Milford said, “I just wanted to go for a walk.

Don’t wander around. Go back to your

could keep the fact that he had locked Eileen in the glass greenhouse a

softly, planning to conceal the truth as long as possible. He turned back, returning to his

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

top floor occupied a quarter of the villa’s area, surrounded

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

curled up in a chair, her black

the glass house and watched her for a

resilience,” Bryan murmured with a smile. He took out his phone, tapped a few times, then turned and went

streamed in, casting a glow on Eileen’s face through the

the chair, catching herself with her hands

for a few moments, she remembered that Milford had

the door, finding it

cigarette butts near the door

Could

if the butts had been there the

on the door a few times; it didn’t budge. So she returned to her

small glass table near an outlet, and

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

Curtis, are you coming to the office

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

was ready for a long standoff, determined not to give in

wants to see you first

up and go,” Eileen replied, guessing that Emmett

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

It was still steaming.

but the plate of spaghetti

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

would starve. However, eating it would only make him unwilling

needed to push her hunger strike to the extreme to make Milford

she refrained from eating and even closed the small

message from a colleague. Emmett

didn’t respond, merely

the first floor, catching a glimpse of Bryan

wasn’t he

upstairs, feeling

descended for lunch, discreetly slipping a piece of toast into his pocket when Bryan

Take it

be hungry later,” Milford

eyebrow. “There’s food in the fridge if

Bryan’s eyes made Milford’s heart

took out the toast, ate his

sight, he quickly

was bright, and Eileen, having worked all morning,

sudden noise woke her. She turned and saw Milford

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

I won’t,” Eileen closed her eyes again, resting with

me tell you, there are ghosts in this garden house. Aren’t you afraid of being alone at night?”

Eileen was almost

I won’t get bored,” Eileen replied without