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

Milford poked his head out of the window, hoping to see

But as he emerged

skipped a

fingers. He seemed to have just come back and hadn’t changed out of his suit

at his feet,

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

wander around. Go back to your

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

long as possible. He turned back, returning to his room and falling onto his

it into the trash can. With one hand in his

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

illuminated as if it were daytime,

curled up in a chair, her black windbreaker

watched her for a

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

sunlight streamed in,

chair, catching herself with

she remembered that

and checked the door, finding it still

a few cigarette butts near the

smoke. Could it have been

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

few times; it didn’t budge. So she returned to her

glass table near an outlet, and began working on her

phone rang. It

coming to the office

Eileen replied, glancing at the time. “I

for a long standoff, determined not to give

is here. He said he wants to

Let him pack up and go,” Eileen replied, guessing that Emmett probably wanted

her a few instructions, she ended the call and stretched. Suddenly, she spotted a plate of spaghetti outside a small

It was still steaming.

her eyes, but the plate of

meals was a regular occurrence when she was

her breakfast out of fear that she would starve. However, eating

push her hunger strike to the

refrained from eating and even closed the

work, she saw a message from a colleague. Emmett had

respond, merely

from the third-floor stairway, leaned over to peek at the first floor, catching a glimpse

he at

upstairs, feeling

lunch, discreetly slipping a piece of toast into his

Take it

be hungry later,” Milford explained, his voice

eyebrow. “There’s food

Bryan’s eyes made Milford’s

toast, ate

was out of sight, he

was bright, and Eileen, having

noise woke her. She turned and saw Milford knocking

saw Eileen turn around and look at him, he said, “I’ll give

closed her eyes again, resting with

this garden house. Aren’t you afraid of being alone at

Eileen was almost laughable to

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