Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 318

Chapter 318:

Phoebe had shared everything about Bryan’s activities overseas with Eileen. He seemed to have some commitments too, although Eileen didn’t know the specifics of his job.

What she did know was that he finished at 5 p.m. every day and spent three hours at the intersection near the Ferguson Group’s branch.

Even the café owner at the corner recognized him because of his consistent presence there.

After a month of recovery from childbirth, Eileen regained her slender figure. The only visible mark on her body from giving birth was a C-section scar.

When Eileen decided to go out, Rylie didn’t object but reminded her not to overexert herself with work so soon after having a baby.

Ruby, on the other hand, remained silent, seemingly aware of Eileen’s destination, and watched her leave with a look of concern.

After nine months of pregnancy and a month of recovery, being outside again felt strange to Eileen.

She adjusted her seat in the car, took a few moments to get comfortable, then started the engine and drove off.

The usual twenty-minute drive took forty minutes because of the rush hour traffic.

Eileen arrived at the café at half past five.

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The place was quiet, with a few businesswomen gathered in a corner and some individuals scattered around the first floor.

Bryan was not there. Eileen sat by a second-floor window where she could see the entrance and the street.

She hadn’t told Bryan she was coming.

Bryan should have been here by now.

Perhaps today was the exception, and he wouldn’t come.

If that were the case, it seemed they were bound to miss each other.

Since she couldn’t drink coffee, Eileen ordered a glass of milk and kept glancing at the door.

Over the next hour, about eight people entered, but Bryan was not among them.

By nearly seven o’clock, the sky had completely darkened, with city lights illuminating the streets.

The café remained quiet, the soft hum of foreign languages adding a hypnotic backdrop.

Eileen’s body tensed slightly as the warm milk in her hands turned cold.

She had yet to see the person she was waiting for.

As the café emptied, the waiter asked her several times if she wanted a refill, but she declined each time.

Each occupied table had a small lamp turned on, and the only lamp lit on the second floor was at her table.

The light created intricate patterns on her hands.

half-past eight, Eileen let out a soft sigh and stood up to

it had started to

with umbrellas, and a few, like her, sought

the street, a man stood under

white streetlight illuminated Bryan, casting a glow around his figure;

dotted his short hair, and the

cigarette, his dark eyes

eaves in a black dress, clutching

was now cut to shoulder length and slightly curled. It retained

toward her, and took off

it over her shoulders and wrapped her in his

scent surrounded Eileen,

the rain, and she watched the

“Let go,” Eileen said.

her neck, inhaling her scent, now mingled with a

didn’t think much of it. After ten seconds, he reluctantly released

from head to toe, as if committing

her clear eyes capturing the deep contours of

darkened at her question,

meet

I miss you,”

deep sense of resignation

his coat slipped from her shoulders,

way and spent so much time here just to see me,”

that’s fine too,” Bryan said, his hand touching

casual,

the lack of intention in his touch and handed him back the coat. “You should go back. There’s

the

go back too. I’ll go back once the Ferguson Group’s project

smile curved Bryan’s lips, though he remained silent,

can go back now?” Eileen urged. She took his hand and draped the coat over his

to miss the sadness in his

before turning and walking

Bryan spoke. “Eileen, do you regret marrying me

turmoil and not been drawn into the ruthless conflicts of the

the wind, her short hair

face him. “No, I

spark of light flickered in

continued, “After all, without you, my mom wouldn’t have made it

only benefit she had gained from

only reason?” Bryan’s expression dimmed

their

the question. She turned around, entered her car, and watched his

as long-suppressed

like a simple catch-up between friends, yet it also seemed like the precursor to a farewell…

day after their meeting,

later, Apex Group and Walsh Group agreed to court mediation. Zola and Leland didn’t attend personally, instead delegating