Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 230

Chapter 230:

Bryan’s kiss stirred Eileen awake, and his warm breath and the refreshing scent of his shower gel filled her senses. Almost instinctively, she responded to his kiss, intensifying his desire.

Just as they were about to do something more intimate, the doorbell abruptly chimed, its sound reverberating throughout the house. Hastily, Eileen pushed Bryan aside, fastened her pajamas, and smoothed her long hair to conceal the blush on her cheeks before answering the door.

“Mom?” Eileen was taken aback to find Ruby standing outside. Ruby had arrived on her own, with the door across from Eileen’s place still open. She gestured toward it. “Eileen, come over for breakfast…”

Milford had already gone for breakfast. He and Bailee both assumed that since Eileen was still in bed, Bryan must have been at her place. However, unaware of this, Ruby had come over to knock on Eileen’s door while Bailee was preoccupied.

As soon as she finished talking, Ruby noticed a mark on Eileen’s neck. Though faint, it was unmistakable to her keen eye. After a brief pause, Ruby’s expression turned awkward, and she quickly shook her head, saying, “No. I should go.”

“Not, Mom!” Eileen stammered, feeling the embarrassment of being caught in a romantic encounter like a young girl. Seeing Ruby hurry away, she refrained from following, fearing Ruby might stumble in her haste.

Watching Ruby enter her house and shut the door, Eileen was about to turn and head back inside when the elevator doors suddenly opened. Raymond emerged from the elevator, meeting Eileen’s gaze for a second before approaching.

“Ms. Curtis, I’ve brought some clothes for Mr. Dawson,” he said. “Please, come in.” Eileen stepped aside to allow him entry. Despite her burning ears, her demeanor remained composed.

Raymond paused at the doorway, handing Eileen Bryan’s clothes. “I won’t come in,” he said. “Mr. Dawson’s grandmother wants you back for lunch. Make sure to remind Mr. Dawson of this.”

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Expressing gratitude, Eileen accepted the clothes and watched Raymond leave before returning to her room. Since it was still early, Eileen planned to address some issues, but Bryan was adamant about fulfilling his desires. After tempering his immediate desires to a certain extent, Bryan changed into the clothes provided by Raymond.

Despite his initial fatigue, Bryan now exuded contentment, tinged with a lingering sense of desire. They enjoyed breakfast outdoors, and Eileen purchased gifts tailored to Stella’s preferences. In a sense, this marked her first official visit. Although she had visited the Dawson Mansion numerous times before, her sentiments this time were vastly different.

Gardeners meticulously tended to the verdant lawn while the grand villa’s large windows offered glimpses of the busy

a stop directly in front of the villa, where Jarred was already positioned at the door, ready to welcome them. “Miss

Bryan and Eileen entrusted the gifts to a servant before entering the villa. “Is Eileen here?” Stella descended from upstairs, her face breaking into a smile. Assisted by a servant, Stella approached, grabbing Eileen’s wrist and guiding her to a seat in the living room. Bryan

she has talked about seeing him on multiple occasions,”

“I miss him. He’s been back for days and hasn’t bothered to visit, as if he has no

Eileen said in

grandmother?” Stella’s dissatisfaction with Bryan was palpable. “I need a light bulb replaced in my greenhouse. Go and attend to it,” Stella

bustling servants remained. “Before you came into the picture, he still made time for me, no matter how busy he was. But ever since you entered his life, my standing has diminished,” Stella

in equal regard. He’s been genuinely occupied these past few days, scarcely responding to my messages,” Eileen said. Upon hearing this, Stella responded without hesitation, “I’m happiest when you two get along. I’m

pause, Eileen whispered, “That’s why it’s not right to hide the matter

beside the point,” Stella waved her hands in frustration. “He loves you so much; he won’t be upset with you. He might be upset with me! You must understand that all these years, I’ve been subtly pushing you toward him. I’ve been the

not upset with

even turn my coffin over a century later,” Stella

had in the past seven years of planning. She continued, “If you didn’t bring it up when

that he hadn’t seen my name when he signed the divorce

and we couldn’t risk any complications in your relationship. I only wish for

for Bryan’s anger. After a prolonged silence, Stella conceded, “Put this aside for now and revisit it after your wedding. You two should form

of presenting a united front briefly swayed Eileen. They whispered in the living room for a while, oblivious to a lurking shadow nearby, moving stealthily with a

flow of their conversation. Lunch

out of the car first. Usually haughty,

a man radiating authority and sharing a resemblance to Bryan. However, his demeanor sharply contrasted with Bryan’s; while Bryan exuded a cold, aristocratic air,

on the surface, yet their demeanor suggested otherwise. They both exuded a certain

Stella grumbled, giving Eileen’s wrist a gentle pat. The newcomers went inside, face to face