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.

next night. She would stay put for now.

Milford poked his head out of the window, hoping to see into the glass house, but the angle was

the top floor. But as he emerged from the stairs, he saw Bryan standing in the

skipped

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

ash at his

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

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

the fact that he had locked

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

cigarette and tossed it into the trash can. With one

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

it were daytime, with Eileen’s long

a chair, her black

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

He took out his phone, tapped a few times, then turned and went back

morning, the first rays of sunlight streamed in, casting

chair, catching herself with her

she remembered that

checked the door, finding it still

butts near the door and paused,

Could it have been

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

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

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

her phone rang. It

you coming to

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

for a long standoff, determined not to give in

he wants

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

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

It was still steaming.

but the plate of spaghetti

a distant concern. Skipping meals was a regular occurrence when she was immersed in her work, so

starve. However, eating it would only make him unwilling

her hunger strike to the extreme

eating and even closed the

message from a colleague. Emmett

didn’t respond, merely

the third-floor stairway, leaned over to peek at the first floor,

he at

upstairs,

for lunch, discreetly slipping a piece of toast into

are you doing? Take it out,” Bryan

hungry later,” Milford explained,

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

indifference in Bryan’s eyes made Milford’s heart

ate

of sight, he

midday sun was bright, and Eileen, having worked all morning, was napping in her

She turned

Milford saw Eileen turn around and look at him, he said, “I’ll give you one last chance. Are you going to return the

eyes again, resting with a calmness that sharply contrasted

house. Aren’t

scare Eileen was almost

I won’t get bored,” Eileen