Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 1201:

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.

wife could handle anything. Today, his old classmates got a

plain clothes, she had a way of making them stand out.

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understood well. She knew that Eileen’s

my suit jacket. I thought he needed it for himself,” Jacob quickly approached, throwing

private room, he tossed his suit jacket over the crowd without a second thought. He hadn’t expected Bryan to give it to

“Babe, don’t take this the wrong way. If I’d known this jacket was being given to a woman, I wouldn’t have

you got that straight, but we don’t have to get the suit jacket back. Presley used to 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 you’re done with it. We wouldn’t want your husband to get the wrong idea.” Phoebe gave Presley a forced smile,

Bryan

the sofa, draped it over his arm, and then discreetly placed his hand on her elbow,