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.

her meal as 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

use that method. Once the

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 nearly restored to

and I was worried,” Megan said, clutching

Megan’s vibrant presence contrasted

doing

parents heard about your illness and sent me to check on you. After all, Kian is a

long been familiar with Megan’s 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

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

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

it down before them. “Have some fruit. Kian mentioned he has obligations tonight and can’t make it back early, so he asked me to take care

Yet, there was an undeniable dignity about Zola that made her difficult to dismiss or belittle.

she said with a

Vivian’s expression softened as well. “Zola, thank you for everything you’ve done these past few

flashed a warm smile and

about Eileen,” Megan replied, offering a piece of fruit to Vivian before selecting one for herself. She resumed voicing her

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 need to do anything drastic; just a series of small

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

you have any specific suggestions?” Vivian

hint of surprise in 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.

necessary. We can handle Eileen

in her phone

off for the Vance family residence. She had

asked, “Ms.

her, offering a smile. “Did you read the course materials I sent over yesterday? Did

nodded. “I did and tried talking to Milford about the materials, but

messages entirely was uncharacteristic of him. Eileen suddenly recalled that she had also sent Milford a message about the homework

his place,” Eileen said, pressing down

villa loomed dark and uninviting in front of them. After a brief hesitation, Eileen pressed the doorbell, but no one

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

your place to tutor Milford. Is nobody