Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 101 Chapter 101: Eileen's voice carried a soft and tender warmth that made Bryan's body tense.

Bryan opened the car door, lifted Eileen in his arms, and got out of the car.

Once inside the house, he placed her gently on the cabat the entrance. Pressing her against the cabinet, he kissed her passionately.

He kissed her everywhere, starting from the corners of her eyes, down to the tip of her nose, and onto her collarbone.

He was intimately familiar with her body; almost every move he made sent shivers through her.

Eileen's mind was in a daze, barely hearing him whisper in her ear, “Eileen, I miss you." But she couldn't muster the strength to reply. She was entirely caught up in his touch.

They had gotten back to the house at six in the evening, and he eventually released her at nine.

After showering, Bryan slipped into the pants he had left there and went to the kitchen to cook while Eileen was resting on the couch.

But as Bryan opened the fridge, he found it empty.

Seeing his puzzled look, Eileen hurried over, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I've been so swamped with work that I've been grabbing dinner out late; I haven't cooked in ages," she explained.

"Is your work exhausting?" Bryan shut the refrigerator door and turned toward her.

The kitchen lights were off. Bryan's dark eyes caught the light from the living room.

New chapters available gVlnovlsEileen flushed and smiled. "A bit, but I can handle it." Bryan didn't continue the topic. "What would you like to eat? I'll go get something." "If it's okay with you, I've got instant noodles here," Eileen replied. It was late, and a trip to the store would take too much time.

She walked to the caband took out several packets of instant noodles.

Bryan looked at the packets in her hand for a moment before saying, "Okay." What surprised Eileen later was that Bryan didn't leave after they ate; he stayed the night.

Then, she discovered that he had only taken a break at nine to regain his energy for the night ahead.

Before they went to sleep, Eileen watched Bryan silence his phone and inform Harlan that he wouldn't be tutoring the next day.

But their sleep was still disrupted by a knock on the door at ten in the morning.

Eileen got up and peered out the window, spotting Bailee and Huey outside.

She suddenly recalled her plans to visit Ruby with Bailee every weekend. Glancing at her phone, she noticed she had missed over ten calls.

As she was processing this, Bailee typed in the password and let herself in.

The sound of the door opening and closing followed, along with Bailee calling Eileen's name.

"Eileen!" Bailee's voice was filled with panic and concern, fearing something might have gone wrong.

Eileen quickly slipped into her nightgown. Meanwhile, Bryan, shirtless and exuding weariness, sat up on the bed, a thin quilt covering him from the waist down.

He was clearly not pleased.

"Eileen! Oh my God!" Bailee stormed upstairs, caught sight of Bryan on the bed, and gasped. She quickly spun around to dash back downstairs.

Huey, who had been waiting downstairs, quickly approached her, asking, "What happened?" "Mr. Dawson..." Bailee pointed upstairs, her voice failing her.

Eileen rubbed her forehead and looked at Bryan with a resigned look. "Why don't you sleep a bit more, Mr. Dawson?" Bryan grabbed a cigarette from the bedside table and lit it. The rising smoke couldn't obscure his displeased expression. He just nodded.

Eileen rushed downstairs, her expression uneasy as she told the two, "I forgot to mention, I've been tutoring a student on weekends lately, so I'll visit my mom tonight." "You have tutoring on weekends? You usually work overton Saturdays?" Bailee asked, remembering how Eileen often worked extra hours on weekends.

Eileen hadn't found the right moment to tell Bailee that she no longer worked as Bryan's assistant.

Feeling that now was still not the right time, she forced a smile and said, “I've stopped working overtime, though today is an exception. Just wait fora bit; I'll head to the hospital with you." But as she turned, she saw Bryan standing by the staircase.

Bryan's piercing look briefly met Huey's, who, for sreason, glared back like a provoked wolf! "Let's head to the hospital after a meal," Huey suddenly said.

Eileen was taken aback by his proposal.

Before she had a chance to respond, Huey asked, "Do you have any ingredients to cook at home?" "No," Eileen shook her head. Before she could say more, Huey added, "Then Mr. Dawson and I will go get singredients. We can have dinner together. You don't mind, do you?" Footsteps grew louder as they approached, and Bryan appeared behind Eileen.

"I don't mind at all," he said.

After getting ready, Bryan left with Huey to go to the store, leaving Eileen and Bailee at home.

Once Eileen had changed, she sat on the sofa, a worried look crossing her face. She felt uneasy about Huey and Bryan spending ttogether.

"Eileen, I thought you and Bryan were no longer together. Hasn't he always been seen with Vivian recently?" Bailee looked puzzled. “And why hasn't he mentioned a divorce?" The media had been reporting the news about Bryan and Vivian constantly, so Bailee's question wasn't surprising.

Eileen explained what had happened at Stella's birthday party. "So, Stella strongly opposes him being with Vivian, and he can't just divorce." "Does he know that you're his wife now?" Bailee was truly confused. "Why does he keep coming to you? Doesn't he really like Vivian?" At that moment, the sun was high in the sky, bathing the room in light. Eileen sat on the sofa, her loose hair framing her face, her clear eyes shimmering as if she were holding back words she couldn't quite express.

She couldn't just tell that she was merely a tool to satisfy Bryan's needs, given that Bryan wanted to avoid any intimacy with Vivian until they were married.

Realizing she had said something wrong, Bailee quickly shifted the conversation. "Speaking of which, haven't the Warrens been making things difficult for you? Why do they still let you work so closely with Bryan?" "Actually, I don't work at Apex Group headquarters anymore," Eileen said, seeing no reason to keep it a secret. She continued, “I'm now an employee in the special dress section on the eighth floor of Vicin Mall." Bailee jumped to her feet, stunned by the news.

The gap between being the CEO's special assistant and a frontline employee was enormous.

Without thinking, Bailee blurted out, "Then why stick around? You're a top-notch assistant; you'd earn more by switching jobs!" What she really felt sorry for wasn't Eileen's low salary now, but the vast difference in her job status. Being a frontline employee was truly exhausting. Eileen would have to smile all day to please those affluent women. It seemed like such a misuse of her skills.

"With the Warren family blocking my path, no one else wants to hire me," Eileen said candidly. "Though my current job is hard, the commission is high. I believe my earnings won't be less than they used to be." She wasn't boasting. Having worked with Bryan for several years, she had encountered all sorts of people, particularly rich women.

She was good at reading people now.

Bailee still felt sorry for her, but she held back her thoughts.

Huey and Bryan returned, lugging a big bag of groceries and going straight to the kitchen.

For sreason, they just began to work silently, refusing Eileen's and Bailee's offer to help.

Nearly an hour later, a lavish lunch was served.

Eileen and Bryan sat next to each other, with Eileen's eyes darting between Bryan beside her and Huey across the table.

"Eileen, try this one; I made it myself," Huey suggested, pointing to a dish in front of Eileen.

Eileen tasted the dish and smiled. "It's delicious." Right after she spoke, Huey pointed to another dish. "That one was made by Mr. Dawson. Give it a try."

Eileen glanced at Bryan, noticing his tense profile as he leaned casually against the back of his chair. He turned his head to look at her. Turning her attention away, Eileen tasted the second dish.

"This is delicious, too." "Which one is better?" Huey demanded. "Tell me." Eileen was at a loss for words.

Bailee cautioned in a low voice, "Huey, what are you doing?" Huey's voice was low, but he was close enough for Eileen and Bryan to hear him.

Bryan raised his eyebrows casually, while Eileen furrowed hers in confusion.

"Huey, you're making it difficult for Eileen," Bailee whispered, tugging at Huey's sleeve.

If Eileen said what Huey wanted, that dish wasn't good, what would her fate be? Huey tensed up.

He looked across at Bryan, who sat there calmly with a slight smirk, obviously unfazed by the challenge.

"Why so smug?" Huey slammed his hand on the table and stood up. ve uptive had enough of you! You're rich; go what? What you did is shameless! I despise you!" As this topic cup, Eileen couldn't help but feel awkward.

She felt so embarrassed that if she hadn't been aware she was Bryan's wife, she might have wished to disappear right now.

Bryan turned to look at her intently and said, "It's merely a matter of give-and-take." He hoped she didn't need anything from him, especially not his money.

It seemed all she was interested in was his wealth.

Huey slapped his forehead, suddenly remembering that Eileen had done that to cover Bryan's medical costs. Was he inadvertently insulting Eileen by saying what he had just said? Eileen cut through the tense atmosphere at the dining table.

"Let's just eat; we still need to go to the hospital later," she said.

Hearing that, Bailee quickly pulled Huey to sit, giving him a disapproving shake of her head.

Facing defeat, Huey sat down. He began to text while eating.

He sent a message to Ax, knowing Ax was Bryan's friend.

"You know Bryan, don't you? He's a real jerk. He's sleeping with his subordinate!" Chapter 101 Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.