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.

her stay was only temporary, just until 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 insinuating comment seemed to hint at

underlying tension, Eileen avoided his intense gaze as she set her luggage down in a guest room on the first floor. She

as he took his last 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 lack of practice was to blame, since Bailee had taken over cooking duties for the

and headed 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

counts as urgent?” Bryan asked, a playful look in

on your own. There shouldn’t be anything urgent. So please, let me work in peace,” Eileen answered, leaving him in the

a convenient excuse to avoid Bryan, though it wasn’t entirely fabricated. She did have plans to prepare various materials for Adalina and Milford. By a little after nine, she had finished her tasks. Yet, she remained seated at her computer, hesitant to sleep, her senses sharp,

the group chat. Although Milford’s phone was broken, she was aware that he had an old backup he could resort to. Both Milford and Adalina quickly replied with a simple “OK.” Around thirty minutes later, they both sent

It wasn’t even ten o’clock yet, and they were already done… It seemed a bit early. It would probably be best to

message, Adalina immediately inquired if something had happened to him. As they chatted, Eileen tuned them out and began to prepare the

help but send her a voice message.

indeed ten in the evening now. It was a late hour for Milford and Adalina since they were both

do you suffer from insomnia?” Adalina was confused. Eileen, ever the advocate for health, often advised her to rest early and avoid

response. Pressing on with the lesson seemed insensitive. She could only reply, “I’m just concerned that if you take a break for a few days, you might

“Here’s the thing. You want to introduce a new lesson now.” Eileen was at a loss for words.

in the group chat. “Let them finish early today. Come upstairs and assist me with a meeting.” The wording and tone were so unmistakably Bryan’s

moments, unable to understand what was happening until Milford sent a

account 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 of her

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

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 towards the chair across from him, silently inviting her to

had already begun. There were voices coming from Bryan’s computer. Eileen settled into the chair. Bryan had prepared a notebook and pen for her. She opened the notebook

meeting, the voices familiar as those of the Apex Group’s shareholders. “We believe

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if it’s a few tens of millions, is better than risking more and losing it all. We simply can’t