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.

thoughts of her conversation with Stella crept into her mind. She was not intimately familiar with the intricacies of the Dawson family dynamics, but she knew that in many

use that method. Once the idea took root, it persisted, flickering through Eileen’s thoughts

that had considerably improved her condition. Recently, she had been distant, barely speaking

me you were unwell again, and I was worried,” Megan said, clutching Vivian’s hand with

vibrant presence contrasted starkly with

you doing

me to check on you. After all, Kian is

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

attention. “It’s all Eileen’s fault! On the

from Vivian. She replied, “Now that Bryan has distanced himself from the Dawson family, my brother

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

disdain at Zola’s entrance; to her, Zola was just a parasite, living off others. Yet, there was an undeniable dignity about Zola that made her difficult to dismiss or belittle. Megan

she

everything you’ve

settling comfortably beside Vivian, flashed a warm smile and asked, “What are you two

of fruit to Vivian before selecting one for herself. She resumed voicing her complaints about Eileen,

them, 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

struck a chord, prompting Megan and Vivian to exchange a knowing glance before turning their attention back

any

speaking hypothetically. Without the backing of families like the Beckett family or the

understand,” Vivian replied. “My brother told me not to involve you unless necessary. We

in her phone and seemingly detached from the

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

Adalina asked, “Ms. Curtis, were you okay last

materials I sent over yesterday? Did you get a chance to discuss them with

and tried talking to Milford about the materials, but

him. Eileen suddenly recalled

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

of the car. However, the villa

off, her only option was to reach out to Zola. Zola answered Eileen’s call after

Murray, I came to your place to tutor