Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 923:

Keith held a bouquet of sunflowers. “These were your mother’s favorite flowers. I brought them for her every time I visited. Once she is laid to rest in the Vazquez family tomb, I won’t be able to visit her. But when you go to pay your respects annually, don’t forget to bring a bouquet of sunflowers for her.”

“Okay,” Eileen replied quietly, unsure of what else to say. Given her uncertainty about Keith’s connection to her mother, she probably should have asked him why he made it a point to visit Dottie every year. However, she refrained, sensing that Keith’s actions were motivated by deep-seated love. If she asked, he would have had to make up a reason to hide the truth, and that would only make her feel worse.

She remained still, watching in quiet contemplation as the grave was dug, and Dottie’s coffin gradually emerged from the earth.

A short distance away, a woman in her fifties stood with an air of sternness, her piercing gaze fixed on Eileen and Keith. After lingering for a while, the woman turned and left, making her way to a car parked by the roadside.

In the back seat of the vehicle sat a man wearing a peaked cap and black sunglasses, obscuring half of his face.

yet you’ve failed to win his heart.

conviction. “Keith has been kind to me and our children for many years. I refuse to believe he

a child with Dottie before you. Eileen is that child. Now that Eileen has returned, Keith might decide to leave the Aston family’s assets to her, given his lingering feelings for Dottie. Or, he might divide the inheritance among you, your children, and Eileen. But how is that fair? These all belong

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mind, causing her to instinctively clench her fists. Her gaze turned icy. “Don’t

don’t have to take on the task personally, but you need to do something quietly. I’ll provide you with one assistant. Here are their contact details.” The man passed Kamila

roll down the window, craving a breath of fresh

like an eternity, Kamila’s

have you served the

years, Mrs. Aston,” the