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

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

to the top floor. But as he emerged from the stairs,

skipped

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

there was a pile of cigarette ash at his feet, suggesting he

just wanted to go for a walk. I couldn’t sleep and

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

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

the truth as long as possible. He turned

can. With one hand in his pocket, he made

glass greenhouse on the top floor occupied a quarter of the

it were daytime, with Eileen’s long

curled up in a chair,

glass house and watched her for a long

a smile. He took out

rays of sunlight streamed in, casting

shifted uncomfortably and nearly fell off the chair, catching

for a few moments, she remembered

checked the

a few cigarette butts near the

didn’t smoke. Could it

wasn’t sure if the butts

it didn’t budge. So

house, moved a small glass table near an

ten in the morning, her phone rang. It

Curtis, are you coming to

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

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

is here. He said he wants to see

and go,” Eileen replied, guessing that Emmett

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

It was still steaming.

but the

distant concern. Skipping meals was a regular occurrence when she

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

strike to the extreme to make

she refrained from eating and even closed the small

colleague. Emmett had left but was resolute about

didn’t respond, merely

leaned over to peek at the first

wasn’t he at

glanced upstairs, feeling

noon, he descended for lunch, discreetly slipping a piece of toast into

you doing? Take it

hungry later,” Milford explained,

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

Bryan’s eyes made Milford’s

toast, ate his lunch

of sight, he

and Eileen, having worked all morning, was napping in her

noise woke her. She turned and saw Milford knocking on

give you one last

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

are ghosts in this garden house.

scare Eileen was almost laughable

company. I won’t get bored,”