Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 156

Chapter 156:

“If you’re not afraid I’ll kill him, go ahead and take care of him,” Bryan said, his voice cold. After applying ointment to the last scratch, Eileen tossed the swab into the trash. The room fell silent for a few moments before she broke it. “I have to go to the hospital anyway. I need to check on Milford. I don’t know how he’s doing.”

She couldn’t shake the image of Milford getting beaten up by those thugs yesterday without uttering a single word. He had stayed with her instead of running away, even though he could have easily escaped. Milford reminded her of Roderick.

“I’ll take you there later,” Bryan said, scrolling through his phone, his brows furrowing at something he saw. Eileen glanced down at the oversized shirt she was wearing. “I don’t have any clothes here.”

“When Jacob and Phoebe arrive, you can tell Phoebe what you need,” Bryan said, standing up and glancing at her.

His eyes lingered on her legs, visible beneath the black shirt, long and slender. He swallowed hard, memories of last night flooding back. Those legs had mesmerized him all night. He wasn’t satisfied, not even close. Suppressing his restlessness, Bryan headed to the bathroom. He paused, remembering something, and went to retrieve a new set of toiletries from the cabinet.

“Come freshen up. They’ll be here soon,” he told Eileen, leaving no room for argument. Eileen hesitated briefly, then followed him into the bathroom. The sink was large enough for two. Bryan handed her the toiletries, clearly meant for women.

Eileen unwrapped the toothbrush and squeezed out some toothpaste. As she started brushing her teeth, she caught their reflections in the mirror. Bryan glanced at her, noticing how she was a head shorter than him, and he arched his eyebrows.

Half an hour later, Bryan descended the staircase from the second floor. Jacob and Phoebe had already arrived. Bryan strolled over, lazily gesturing upstairs. “Eileen’s in the first room on the left side of the second floor.”

“Okay,” Phoebe replied, heading up with the clothes she had brought for Eileen.

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Bryan sank into the sofa, fiddling with his phone contentedly, wearing a faint smile. Jacob clicked his tongue before sitting next to Bryan. “Look at you. You slept with Eileen last night, didn’t you? But you’re having a hard time in Wist Land now, and you’ve ticked off the Blake family. What’s your plan?”

Bryan glanced up as if he didn’t care. “I don’t know.”

call from my father this morning. He’s cut me off. He won’t let me give you the money.” He sighed, crossing his legs. “He must have known I’d help you,

“Feeling the heat now?” Jacob gloated. “Reality’s tougher than you thought. Your project is short on funds. Only one

clothes from Phoebe, and got changed in the cloakroom. When she emerged, she said with embarrassment, “Why did you buy this dress?” The dress’s square collar did nothing to conceal the

night. We’re both adults. What’s there to be shy about?” Eileen was speechless. Her ears turned red as

a question for you,” Phoebe said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Is Bryan any good in bed?” Phoebe looked

that a man with a high nose is good in bed. Is that true? You’ve had many suitors this year, yet you turned them all down. Are you still hung

hurling it at Phoebe. “He’s just average, and no,

at Phoebe. “If you’re so curious, why don’t you try Jacob yourself and leave me out of it!” Phoebe’s grin widened,

decided to vent all her frustration to Phoebe. “Fine,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Since you asked, I’ll tell you. You’re better off without a guy like Bryan. He sucks in bed. Now, let’s

she suddenly saw Bryan. Phoebe, sensing the tension, stood up and quickly fled the room. Bryan narrowed his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. “Seems like my

noon sun filtered through the French windows, casting a golden

pause, he moved to the closet and pulled out one of his T-shirts. “Put this on,” he ordered sharply. Eileen took the shirt

had already left. Bryan whipped up a quick meal. They ate

hospital uniforms, sharing the same room. Milford had a bruised face and a sprained ankle. He was sitting on the bed when Eileen entered. Seeing her, he instinctively tried to

why he was also in the ward. Reading her confusion, Raymond rolled up his sleeve, revealing a wrist wrapped in gauze.

to Milford’s bedside. Bryan called Raymond out of

with Eileen. “I have nothing to do with you! Why did you come to save me? If you hadn’t shown up, I’d just get a beating. Arthur wouldn’t

him vent. Milford, despite his rough words, was fiercely loyal to his friends. “Don’t ever come to save me next time!” he exclaimed. Then, realizing something, he added, “No, I’m sorry. There won’t be a next

couldn’t help but laugh. “You must have picked that up from your grandmother. If you say something bad, you have to

with irritation. “What are you laughing at? My grandmother always said there are powerful deities in the

down. “Didn’t she also tell

glared at her, momentarily speechless. Eileen smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s over now, and I’m fine. Why are you still

done if Bryan hadn’t