Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 169

Chapter 169:

From her position inside the car, Eileen observed Bryan as he circled to the front of the vehicle and climbed into the driver’s seat. No sooner had Bryan ignited the engine than Jacob hastened toward them and tapped on the window. Bryan responded by lowering the window halfway. Jacob smiled at Eileen before addressing Bryan in a subdued tone, “I’ll look after Phoebe tonight. Feel free to enjoy yourselves.”

“Is there anything else you’d like to add?” Bryan asked, his finger poised over the window switch, indicating his readiness to close the window. Jacob said, “Also, you don’t need to worry about the White family’s financial issues. I’ll handle the investigation. You’ve been putting in a lot of effort recently; it’s time for a break.” He then stepped back and waved goodbye to Eileen.

Though not in the mood, Eileen tried to smile at Jacob. However, before her smile fully materialized, Bryan had already closed the window. With a quick adjustment of the steering wheel, he drove off.

As they traveled in silence, Jacob’s mention of investigating the White family’s financial issues lingered in Eileen’s thoughts. It was peculiar for the White family to encounter such financial difficulties just after agreeing to collaborate with Bryan. Eileen pondered who would dare to challenge Bryan as she studied his focused expression.

“Have you been very busy lately?” she asked.

“Not really, but I’m definitely busier than you. After all, my nights aren’t spent at bars,” Bryan replied with a slight edge in his voice as he maneuvered the car past another vehicle.

“I… I’m an adult. My social life is hardly your concern,” Eileen retorted. She softened her tone slightly, adding, “Thank you for earlier. Just drop me off at the next intersection. I can get a taxi from there.” Her mind was made up; she would not go to his place with him.

“Your thanks seem somewhat insincere,” Bryan remarked, stopping the car at a red light and glancing her way. Eileen’s appearance was striking; her crossed legs, accentuated by the rising hem of her floral dress, revealed more than intended. Even though she had a lean frame, she had curves in all the right places.

As they neared the intersection, Eileen was about to remind him of her decision to go home. But to her surprise, he was already steering the car toward her place. The remainder of the drive was enveloped in silence until the vehicle halted near Eileen’s place.

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for the door, only to find it locked. With deliberate calmness, Bryan lit a cigarette and cracked the window open. Turning to face her, he asked, “Are you really

no good,” Eileen responded curtly. They were both adults, and from their past encounters, Eileen knew that he

leaned lazily against the window, smoke

taken aback. Feeling a

do you intend to give

nothing but a pretense. So she intended to give him as little money as possible. Before she

his lap. He then gently reminded her, “Lower your head.” Eileen instinctively complied, her head coming close

his hands steady on her waist. As he tilted his head slightly, his Adam’s

do you mean?”

“When we were together, you were all I had. But now, you visit bars while I’m away. What’s your intention?” His

more,” she clarified sincerely. In such a situation, lying would have only worsened matters. Bryan snorted, then spoke in

Bryan frowned. He slid his hands from her waist up to her head and pulled her into a kiss. Their lips met, mingling the residual smokiness of his cigarette with the sweet cherry flavor of her lipstick. Although the car was spacious, it still felt too cramped for them, especially with the lights from the nearby

owe me,” Bryan said, his eyes lingering on Eileen. Seeing the transfer of her lipstick onto his lips, Eileen quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped it off. She then got off his lap, straightened her attire, opened the

oblivious to Bryan having noticed her discreet action. Bryan was preoccupied with other matters tonight,

Eileen stepped inside her home, her phone rang. It was Phoebe, calling with a reminder. “Make sure to collect your bra from the balcony before Bryan sees

arm out of his window, smoking. He flicked ash from his cigarette and took another drag. Clearly,

voice. “Quit joking around. Phoebe, next time, try to see things from my perspective before doing something like that.” Eileen believed she couldn’t possibly be with Bryan. She was deeply tangled in her own feelings and wanted to

the point. Eileen massaged the bridge of her nose. “Does that even matter?” After a brief silence, Phoebe responded earnestly, “It does matter. Bryan’s attitude toward you is obvious. Consider this: why would he pick the project in Wist Land if not for you? Do

her breath, Phoebe concluded, “I truly believe he has developed feelings for you.” The notion that Bryan harbored feelings for her gently impacted Eileen, rendering her momentarily without words. She was aware of Vivian’s struggles with depression. She had assumed before that Stella was the main obstacle in Bryan and Vivian’s relationship, which had caused Vivian’s depression. But it turned out that Vivian’s depression predated her