Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 299

Chapter 299:

Bryan’s cold gaze shifted slightly, locking onto Raymond. He stated icily, “She won’t attend.”

After a moment, Raymond ventured another piece of advice. “The Apex Group is in turmoil now. How can you even think about heading to the club? Aren’t you concerned about the consequences?”

“About what?” Bryan cut him off sharply. “Worried you’ll lose out on perks if you stick with me? Then you might want to start job hunting.” Raymond was left at a loss for words.

He watched as Bryan slipped into a suit and departed from the hospital room.

Today, Jacob and Phoebe had each invited their friends separately to meals to sidestep any awkward encounters. Eileen, having attended Phoebe’s wedding, had initially stayed home but decided to come out after receiving several calls from Phoebe.

She knew that as her pregnancy advanced, it would become harder for her to go out in the future.

Alongside her were Bailee, Julio, and a handful of Phoebe’s longtime friends—seven people in total—who gathered at the entrance of a posh private club. Phoebe led them into the reserved room.

Upon opening the door to the private room, a mix of smoke and alcohol wafted out. Inside, the room buzzed with talking and laughter, with Jacob at the center, microphone in hand, playfully singing.

For a moment, Eileen was stunned.

After a short pause, Jacob set the microphone down and approached Phoebe, asking softly, “Honey, why are you here?”

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“What do you mean, why am I here?” Phoebe responded sharply. “I’m the one who booked this room.”

The waiter, still holding the door open, was visibly confused and asked, “Mr. Meyer, Mrs. Meyer, aren’t you two together?”

At this, Phoebe slapped her forehead and exclaimed, “I forgot I used Jacob’s membership card to book the room.” That chance encounter had also led the club staff to believe they were together and thus prepared only one room.

“Honey, our timing is unbelievably perfect,” Jacob joked, glancing next to Phoebe, stepping aside. In a shadowy corner was Bryan, with his dark eyes and chiseled features set in an unreadable expression. His legs were casually crossed, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, the smoke swirling around him.

“Isn’t he supposed to be in the hospital?” Phoebe had intentionally planned separate invitations to avoid exactly this type of awkward encounter.

She hadn’t anticipated her careful arrangements would be in vain.

“I assumed he wouldn’t attend since he was hospitalized, so I just called him on a whim. Yet, he was the first one here,” Jacob said. “He looks rough, but he’s mingling with these tough kids as if he is a different person now.”

“Then…” Phoebe turned to Eileen and said, “Let’s find a different room.”

The waiter quickly interjected, “Mrs. Meyer, there are no more private rooms available now.”

promptly and began leading Eileen out. “Hey, Phoebe, why

to clink glasses at your wedding. Now that we’ve finally

burst out of the private room, halting Phoebe’s exit and gently nudging her group

Phoebe turned to see Eileen and Bailee already

began socializing with the young men they

leave, Phoebe approached Eileen with a look of apology and whispered, “I’m sorry; I didn’t expect things to turn

Eileen stayed composed, pointedly ignoring the intense stares coming from a specific

that suggested they weren’t close, especially under the watchful eyes

flowed when Phoebe reminisced about

was the center of attention among the young men, actively participating in every discussion and

every cigarette offered to him and engaged in each game, his cigarette seemingly permanently affixed to

phone and began showing Eileen pictures of potential suitors. “You’re not getting any younger;

collected earlier while she searched for a suitable groomsman for

outburst. Bryan continued smoking, playing cards, and enjoying himself, seemingly

with a serious demeanor and occasionally remarking, “This one isn’t bad; he looks quite

noticeably tense, and the chatter around

smoking and shuffling

in his hands stood out, his grip

casual remarks pierced

an uncorked bottle of wine,

his mouth, tracing a path down his sharply defined chin and pronounced Adam’s apple, staining his

to die? The doctor strictly

“You have the right to be

and emotionally involved and hard to get rid of,” Eileen said, meeting his gaze with icy detachment. At that, Bryan abruptly rose and stepped out

clad in black trousers, carried him toward her as he reached out and firmly grasped her chin. Leaning close, his eyes

veiled insults? Eileen Curtis, you have quite a sharp tongue. Let’s see if you remain as defiant when facing real

came to her senses, she swiftly reached for Bryan’s wrist, attempting to pull his hand

her to the bone, causing her to involuntarily

family’s troubles by yourself?” The cloud of smoke from Bryan made Eileen uncomfortable, and his firm hold on her jaw left her

up in her eyes, but she

“Fond of money? Then

the side, the imprint of a hand vivid on his cheek, slightly narrowing his eyes. “Bryan, stop!” Jacob dashed over, seizing Bryan

he might crush Eileen’s jaw at any

of her chin, and

quickly lifted her,

Bailee was concerned about the baby but didn’t voice it due to the

then got up and fixed her gaze on