Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 157

Chapter 157:

Eileen furrowed her brows. “I’ve been out of the loop working as an assistant for quite some time. I’m not sure I can be of much help.”

“That’s alright,” Raymond replied, smiling. “There’s just that one project in Wist Land needing attention. Mr. Dawson should be able to handle it himself. You just focus on his day-to-day needs.”

Standing by the expansive floor-to-ceiling window, Bryan drew slowly on his cigarette. His lips curled into a faint smile, though his eyes remained serious. He even said to Eileen earnestly, “Thank you.” Somehow, Eileen followed Bryan out of the hospital just like that.

Once they were settled in his car, Bryan turned to her. “So, are you moving in with me, or am I supposed to go to your place?” It was then that it hit Eileen. She had unwittingly been dragged into something more complicated than she had thought.

She said, “Wait, you’re Milford’s temporary guardian. It’s your responsibility to arrange care for him while he’s injured. But why should I owe Raymond a favor?” Why would she step in for Raymond to look after Bryan?

Bryan raised an eyebrow, acknowledging her point with a serious nod. “Given your current state of mind, returning as an assistant might not be the best fit.” His words hinted at calling her foolish, yet he quickly covered it with an excuse. “But remember, Arthur took Milford away because of you.”

So, she was indebted to Milford. Had Raymond not stepped in, she would have been running to the hospital daily. That meant Raymond was taking care of Milford on her behalf, right? Something about this felt off, but Eileen couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“So, where are we going?” Bryan asked, his voice laced with impatience.

“My place is out of the question. It’s cramped, and I’m living with Phoebe and Bailee,” Eileen replied. There was a room for each of them, leaving no space for Bryan.

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Starting the engine, Bryan steered towards Eileen’s place. “Looks like small isn’t to your liking.” Eileen was at a loss for words.

“Pack your things first. My place is big and convenient,” Bryan suggested, his tone laden with implication.

Milford was out of the hospital. However, her firm declarations lost their weight as soon as she stepped into the opulent Pianoforte Villas. Bryan’s every look and

set her luggage down in a

bite, puzzled by how she managed to keep the spaghetti disastrously bad. For the first time, Eileen also recognized the dismal quality of her spaghetti. Perhaps her

toward her room. “I need to prepare some course materials to send to Milford and Adalina. Let me know if you need something, but please don’t interrupt unless it’s urgent,” Eileen cautioned. She doubted Bryan would keep to himself tonight, but it

urgent?” Bryan asked, a playful look in

work in peace,” Eileen

materials for Adalina and Milford. By a little after nine, she had finished her tasks. Yet, she remained seated at her computer, hesitant to

he had an old backup he could resort to. Both Milford

replied. She was surprised at their quick grasp of the material. It wasn’t even ten o’clock yet, and they were already done… It

Please, skip the preview. Give us a break,” Milford responded sharply. After reading Milford’s message, Adalina immediately inquired if something had happened to him. As they chatted, Eileen tuned them out and began to prepare the

was serious about letting them preview the new course. He couldn’t help but send her a voice message. “Ms. Curtis, is it really necessary to push us this hard? It’s already ten o’clock. How much longer

Eileen realized it was indeed ten in the evening now. It was a late hour for Milford and Adalina since

the advocate for health, often advised her to rest early and avoid late nights. But now, here they were, embroiled in a lesson at such

continual probing left Eileen scrambling for a response. Pressing on with the lesson seemed insensitive. She could only reply, “I’m just concerned that if you

to introduce a new lesson now.” Eileen was at a

and assist me with a meeting.” The wording and tone were so unmistakably Bryan’s that it felt as though he

unable to understand what was happening until Milford sent a message.

she had always assumed belonged to Milford was actually Bryan’s. With a growing sense of embarrassment, she quickly opened Bryan’s profile and scrolled through their chat history, which consisted mostly

off her computer and headed upstairs. She intended to go to the study, but she found only the bedroom door slightly open,

voice floated out from the room. Eileen tapped lightly on the door twice. “Come in.” Bryan’s crisp response came as his gaze met hers. He nodded

coming from Bryan’s computer. Eileen settled into the chair. Bryan had prepared a notebook and pen for her. She

only took a few moments for her to recognize the conversation was a shareholders’ meeting, the voices familiar as those of the Apex Group’s shareholders. “We believe that if your father doesn’t see

Dawson, please don’t push this. Five hundred million is not

is better than risking