Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 151

Chapter 151:

Eileen then advised Milford to absorb the basics quickly to set the stage for future learning.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye. Bryan prepared a plate of fruit and brought it to them. He looked younger in a white shirt and slacks, with strands of hair framing his forehead, accentuating his flawless features.

He placed the fruit plate before them and asked, “Have you had dinner?”

Eileen wasn’t sure if he was asking her or Adalina.

Adalina shook her head and said, “My father is working overtime at the company. My mother has gone to play cards and hasn’t returned home. She let me have some desserts and said she would cook dinner after my father comes home tonight.”

“What? You haven’t eaten yet?” Eileen was taken aback. “It’s already eight o’clock. Aren’t you hungry?”

“Well, my mom usually prepares my meals.” Adalina smiled bitterly. She believed her mother wasn’t exactly reliable when it came to preparing meals. But she couldn’t do anything about it.

Eileen didn’t know what to say. After all, this wasn’t her home.

“What about you?” Eileen heard Bryan’s voice from above her.

She turned to look at him and shook her head. “I didn’t eat. But I drank a bottle of milk before coming here. I’m not hungry. I usually don’t have dinner at night.”

“Come and cook with me. You can continue your lessons after dinner.”

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With that, Bryan turned around and went downstairs.

Adalina looked at Eileen, seemingly uneasy.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make spaghetti. Remind your mom to let you have dinner before I pick you up tomorrow,” Eileen said.

She stood up. “You review the practice problems first. I’ll call you when dinner is ready.”

Bryan was already in the kitchen when Eileen came downstairs. He boiled the water and turned around to look at her. “Come and help me,” he said.

“Okay.” Eileen rolled up her sleeves and walked into the kitchen.

She stared at the pot for a long time, unsure of what to do. Finally, she took a deep breath and looked at Bryan. “What should I do?” she asked.

Bryan pointed to the refrigerator. “There are tomatoes and cilantro in there. Wash them.”

Eileen remained silent, thinking Bryan had deliberately asked her to help him. Even so, she did as she was told.

Then, she stood aside and watched Bryan cook.

He soon finished cooking and filled four plates with spaghetti.

come downstairs.” Eileen took her phone and sent a WhatsApp message. She thought for a while and added Adalina

message: “Kids,

Milford and Adalina came downstairs. The four sat down

forks on the table, Milford

it was Bryan’s birthday. He had never

birthday, Mr. Dawson. I’m sorry I didn’t know, or I would have gotten

scratched her head in embarrassment. She then looked at Bryan, who was sitting at the main seat. “Mr. Dawson, happy

really close to Mr. Dawson, so

Adalina still looked a

frowned and finished his entire plate, already upset by

lights appeared outside the house, illuminating

Bryan followed them. The four stood in front of the French window and saw a Porsche pull

the window, and a person stood in front of the

here for

his

hadn’t seen that

on, Eileen’s phone rang. It was

and heard a

your

at the club last night. She quickly hung up the phone and turned around

sorry. I think he’s here for me. I’ll handle

it on, and hurried out. Arthur stood there at the door, dressed in a flamboyant shirt with a bouquet

Eileen looked at the bouquet Arthur

you gave me a fake name and

I think I haven’t made

I’m not your playmate. If you’re serious, I’m not interested

that, she turned to

up with her and grabbed her wrist. “Are you playing hard to get? If so, it’s working,

“I know what you’re doing. Don’t act innocent. Just let me in, and

grip only tightened. She couldn’t take it anymore and could feel a sharp gaze on

my

I’d prefer you to call me ‘Daddy’ in bed.” Arthur’s lustful gaze swept over

and tried to yank her hand away from Arthur’s

backward and almost lost her

said coldly as he grabbed

expression to change. Arthur grimaced in pain and had no

took Eileen’s, gently running his fingertips over her

demeanor. “Who do you think you are? You better mind your

I don’t. Why don’t you introduce

one street lamp was on, casting a shadow over them. Bryan towered

Blake,” Arthur said confidently. “Who are you? Trust me; you

to recall someone named Arthur Blake in Wist Land.

he assumed Bryan wasn’t someone powerful,