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.”

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

even get to clink glasses at your wedding. Now that we’ve finally got the chance, you can’t

out of the private room, halting

dealing with them, Phoebe turned to see Eileen and Bailee

socializing with the young men they knew

Eileen with a look of apology and whispered, “I’m sorry; I didn’t expect things

pointedly ignoring the intense

interacted sparingly, maintaining a distance that suggested they weren’t

flowed when Phoebe

attention among the young men, actively participating

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

younger; it’s time to think about settling down. Look,

she searched for a suitable groomsman for Eileen. Jacob had halted her efforts,

Bryan continued smoking, playing cards, and enjoying

simply to get revenge for Eileen, who played along, examining the photos with a serious demeanor and occasionally remarking, “This one isn’t bad; he looks quite dependable… Yeah, that one is good too;

tense, and the chatter around Bryan slowly died

Bryan kept on, nonchalantly smoking and shuffling cards,

hands stood out, his grip on the cards

Eileen’s seemingly casual remarks pierced his heart like

out his cigarette, seized an uncorked bottle

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

die?

but Bryan dodged him. After draining the bottle, Bryan threw it aside and glared at Eileen, his harsh words slicing through the air. “You have the right to be choosy? You’re just a woman who chases money; why bother complicating things at all? Just pick the wealthiest one. Clinging

up entangled with someone both financially and emotionally involved and hard to get rid of,” Eileen

reached out and firmly grasped her chin. Leaning close,

Eileen Curtis, you have quite a sharp tongue. Let’s

came to her senses,

her to the bone, causing her to involuntarily

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

welled up in her eyes,

her defiance. He said, “Fond of money? Then be my mistress forever.

on his cheek, slightly narrowing his eyes. “Bryan, stop!” Jacob dashed over, seizing Bryan and forcefully dragging

expression was fierce, suggesting he might crush

go of her chin, and Eileen was jolted onto the

lifted

do you feel okay?” Bailee was concerned about

gaze on Bryan. Jacob’s forceful handling had aggravated