Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 208

Chapter 208:

Eileen’s grip on the cabinet tightened, her fingertips paling under the pressure as she forced a smile.

“Of course not, why would I hide anything from you?” she replied, feigning nonchalance.

Internally, she was bursting to confess, but the words wouldn’t come—perhaps out of fear of the consequences. Noticing Bryan’s eyes narrow with suspicion, seemingly probing for the truth beneath her facade, Eileen took a proactive step. She casually walked over, slipped her arm through his, and gently guided him away from the kitchen.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here! I’m famished. Let’s dig in. By the way, are you planning to head back to the office later?”

As she led Bryan to sit, she deftly straightened his collar, adding a touch of care to her gesture, and slid into the seat next to him. She then began to pick out the green onions from her plate and place them onto Bryan’s.

Bryan stopped her, saying, “There’s a business mixer tonight. I need to get a jump on selling the core concept of our project to Wist Land’s key players before that manager does. If I can secure their interest first, even if that man tries to do something with the core materials, it’ll be too late for him.”

The project in Wist Land involved a cutting-edge automated electronic product, meticulously detailed from design to internal workings, aimed at major retail outlets and robust online platforms. With the country’s largest e-commerce mogul hailing from Wist Land, it was the perfect hub for their initiative. Even if that manager wanted to start production with the materials he had taken, he would still need to reach out to these businessmen.

Eileen, impressed yet unsurprised, smiled and nodded. “I knew you’d have a plan in place.” However, her expression shifted to a deep frown as she watched Bryan put the green onions back onto her plate.

“I don’t eat green onions. Why do you always want me to eat them?”

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Bryan quickly shifted his plate away, guarding it so Eileen couldn’t remove the green onions from her plate.

“Being picky is not a good trait; you need to change. Otherwise, it’ll set a bad example for our future kids, and that would make things difficult for me.”

Kids? The word caught Eileen off guard. She blinked. “Do you want kids?” she asked.

“Of course,” Bryan responded promptly. Noticing the seriousness in her expression, he added, “But not right now.” He was aware of the complications and unresolved matters present. Besides, Eileen was not his wife yet; he knew it wasn’t fair to ask her to bear his child at this stage.

Eileen’s expression grew earnest as she leaned closer, locking eyes with Bryan. “Actually, it doesn’t matter. We’re both in our thirties now. After thirty, it’ll be risky for me to give birth to a child.”

Bryan paused in his eating, meeting her gaze as the weight of the conversation settled over them. Eileen cleared her throat, feeling slightly uneasy under Bryan’s intense stare. His expression suggested he hadn’t fully contemplated this topic before.

into her mind. She was not intimately familiar with the intricacies of the Dawson family dynamics, but she knew that in many wealthy families, having children to secure the inheritance was common

Once the

recovery at Pianoforte Villas, receiving intensive treatment that had considerably improved her condition. Recently, she had been distant, barely speaking to Kian. Today, however, her cousin Megan had unexpectedly arrived from Onaland, finding Vivian

and I was worried,” Megan said, clutching Vivian’s

she still looked visibly unwell. As Megan’s vibrant presence contrasted

are you doing here?” Vivian

illness and sent me to check on you. After all, Kian is a man; he might not be able to look

tendency to flatter her, so Megan’s words did little to stir any feelings of gratitude. Vivian’s face remained impassive, prompting Megan to continue. “I also came to sort things out with Jacob. The night we got engaged, he disappeared, and the very next day, he threw out all my belongings and called off our engagement. It was a huge embarrassment for our Beckett family. Even though his father managed to keep

in Megan’s grievances, idly twirling her fingers as she listened. Sensing the lack of engagement, Megan shifted gears, hoping to capture Vivian’s attention. “It’s all Eileen’s fault! On the day of my engagement, I saw her conspiring with Phoebe. I’m sure she had something to do with Jacob leaving that

venomous remarks, her frustration palpable. This shift finally drew a reaction from Vivian. She replied, “Now that Bryan has distanced himself from the Dawson family, my brother has numerous ways to pressure him. I’m curious to see how long Eileen can maintain her

moment, Zola approached with a tray of fresh fruit, gracefully setting it down before them. “Have some fruit. Kian

just a parasite, living off others. Yet,

she said with a

well. “Zola, thank you for everything you’ve done these past few days, especially for arranging Dr. Welch’s

settling comfortably beside Vivian, flashed a warm smile

for herself. She resumed voicing her complaints

Zola said in a practical tone, “Complaining alone won’t change anything. Without taking some action, how will she learn not to cross you? She’s not in a position to handle much pressure right now. You don’t need to do anything drastic; just a series of small troubles might push her to

a chord, prompting Megan and Vivian to exchange a

you have any

her expression. “Me? I was merely speaking hypothetically. Without the backing of families like the Beckett family or the Warren family, I wouldn’t dare do anything like that.

“My brother told me not to involve you unless necessary. We can handle Eileen on our own.” She then turned to

in her phone and seemingly detached

light outside dimmed into the evening, Eileen gathered her things and set off for the Vance family residence. She had arranged to

“Ms. Curtis,

materials I sent over

did and tried talking to

was known for his moodiness; his responses could be unpredictable, yet ignoring messages entirely was uncharacteristic of him. Eileen suddenly recalled that she had also sent Milford a

we arrive at his place,” Eileen said, pressing down on the accelerator as they sped toward

the villa loomed

was to reach out to Zola. Zola answered Eileen’s call after several rings. “Eileen, do you

came to your place to tutor Milford. Is nobody