Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

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Presley looked down, pulling the jacket tighter around herself. “Yeah, so please don’t misunderstand,” she said.

“Oh, we didn’t misunderstand anything,” Phoebe sneered. “Your clothes got wet, and Mr. Dawson, being so thoughtful, gave you his jacket, right? Are you planning to give it back now, or will that be an excuse to meet up with him later?” Phoebe was stirring the pot, though her intention wasn’t to drive a wedge between Eileen and Bryan. She simply couldn’t stand seeing Presley act like that.

“The jacket belongs to Jacob,” Bryan clarified. Without another word, he moved to stand next to Eileen. His cool fingers trailed down her arm until he took hold of her wrist.

Suddenly, Eileen leaned forward and tapped Phoebe lightly on the shoulder. “Why don’t you keep those property-splitting ideas to yourself? No need to jump to conclusions. Just handle things sensibly. Presley’s married; she’s just young and a bit bashful. She’s not the type to get involved with someone else’s husband. It’s just a jacket. If it’s dirty, discard it. Don’t let this mess with your relationship with your husband.”

It was clear to everyone that Eileen was subtly hinting that Presley wasn’t exactly a good person. Yet, not a single harsh word had left her lips.

had always heard that Bryan’s wife could handle anything. Today, his old classmates got a firsthand look at what she

long black hair neatly combed. Despite the plain clothes, she had a way of making them stand out. She wore no makeup, and her eyes were sincere,

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Phoebe understood well. She knew that Eileen’s

Bryan asked me for my suit jacket. I thought he needed

jacket over the crowd without a second

cool-headed as Bryan. He quickly said, “Babe, don’t take this the wrong way. If I’d known this jacket

be a teacher after all, it makes sense you’d help her.” Then Phoebe turned to Presley. “Be sure to throw that jacket away once

Bryan

into her pockets, avoiding Bryan’s attempts to hold them. Bryan picked up his jacket from the sofa, draped it over his arm, and then discreetly placed his hand on her elbow, watching her for