Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 167

Chapter 167:

Four dishes were already on the table, and Bryan was preparing another. “Please, make yourself at home and sit down.” Milford leaned in, his elbows resting on the table. “Did you and Bryan know each other before?”

“Why do you think that?” Eileen hesitated, careful not to reveal too much. She was unsure what Bryan had told Milford about why she had spent the night at their house.

Milford replied, “Bryan mentioned you helped him generate some income last night to tackle his project’s financial issues.”

Eileen was taken aback. Her lips twitched slightly, and as she gathered her hair, she frowned. She wondered how Bryan could say such things without a hint of embarrassment.

“That’s adults’ business. Don’t be too nosy.” Bryan, emerging from the kitchen, placed a dish in front of Eileen and shot Milford a warning look.

Milford bit back his words, recoiling slightly. Eileen stood up to pour soup into their bowls, and the three of them ate in silence. Bryan appeared preoccupied, intermittently checking his phone while eating. After a few bites, he set down his utensils, his plate still half full.

“You can get back to work after lunch. I’ll be in my study upstairs for a teleconference,” he told Eileen. He gave her a brief look before heading to the second floor.

Eileen nodded, hurriedly finished her meal, and cleaned up the table. Afterward, she went to her room to repack her suitcase and left the house without informing anyone.

bustling, likely because of the approaching Christmas season. The malls and stores were adorned with festive decorations. Loud music blasted through her car window. At an intersection, Eileen stopped her car and waited for

never able to remain calm before him. She couldn’t resist him. Yet, after their encounters, she would regain her clarity and realize what

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Bryan seemed to be preoccupied. After all, Gilbert was unable to invest in Bryan’s

month, Eileen hadn’t seen Bryan around when she had gone to tutor Milford. She heard no news of him, either; it was as if he

session with Milford, Eileen returned home. The living room was ablaze with light, sparking fears of an intruder in Eileen. She fetched a baseball bat from her car trunk and crept to the

she saw Phoebe emerging from the room, donned in cartoon pajamas and a facial mask. Their eyes met, and a wave of relief washed over Eileen. Phoebe looked at her curiously.

you back so suddenly?” Setting the bat aside,

is my home. Should

she slipped into her slippers, Eileen considered her words carefully before saying, “Has Jacob…” Eileen couldn’t make out Phoebe’s expression beneath the mask, but she could see

sighed dramatically. “Go ahead; cry

Jacob’s whereabouts because she was curious if Bryan had also left. She was quite sure

into the dining room, and took a soft drink from the refrigerator. “Why would I cry? My mother is close to recovery now. Bailee and I can finally let go of that weight. From then on, it’s just about

the dining room and leaned against a chair, studying her. “Do you really believe that? Once your mother recovers, she’ll be dictating

tone!” Eileen snapped back. “You