Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 123 Chapter 123: "Eileen, why is it taking so long for you just to send an invoice? The food is getting cold!" Bailee grumbled on the other end of the line.

Eileen smiled as she responded, “It's taken care of. I'll be right back. Go ahead and start eating without me.” "Tomorrow's Friday, and we have to go to the hospital together in the evening to visit Mom. The doctor said that talking to her might help her wake up sooner. You can't be late tomorrow!" Bailee said.

"Okay." Eileen quickly agreed and ended the call. As she gazed at the city lights starting to sparkle, she found herself thinking of the silhouette she had glimpsed from the private room.

She would occasionally think of Bryan, maybe because of a familiar silhouette, a voice, or even a piece of clothing that resembled his.

But now, her life was calm and comfortable. The targeted drug that could heal Ruby had been developed; all that was left was for Ruby to awaken.

What more could she want? Brushing her hair away from her face as the breeze scattered it, she walked away.

At the second-floor window, a tall man stood, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers as he watched Eileen leave.

Denzel approached and said, "Mr. Dawson, you've been here smoking for a while now. The food will get cold if you don't ceat soon." Bryan put out his cigarette, shifted his gaze from the window, and walked back to the table, asking casually, "Who was that just now?" "That was the tutor I hired for my daughter. She stopped by to drop off the bill. Sorry for the interruption. I owe you a drink for that." Denzel reached for his cup, ready to drink.

His arm felt a sudden weight as Bryan stopped him. He looked at him confusedly.

"Is she trustworthy?" Bryan inquired.

After a brief pause, Denzel responded, "Yes, she's dependable. I've done my research; she's definitely qualified." Bryan raised his eyebrows slightly and leaned back, more relaxed. "Passher contact details then. I might need her." "What?" Denzel was taken aback. He sent Eileen's mobile number to Bryan and asked, "Mr. Dawson, do you have any kids at home?" "Why all the questions? Just mind your own business," chimed in another voice.

Suddenly, the private room buzzed with whispers and chuckles.

A faint smile touched Bryan's lips, his deep eyes unreadable as he glanced at the numbers Denzel had sent him. Great, she had even changed her number.

It had been a year since he was branded despicable by her, and he still couldn't forget that. But it seemed she was flourishing here.

On Friday afternoon, after finishing her online course recordings, Eileen stretched, and Bailee hurried over. "Denzel just called. He's introducing us to a client who will cby later to check things out," Bailee said.

Eileen glanced at the clock; it was almost tto get off work.

She quickly gathered her materials. "I'll get ready and head down." She placed her materials on the shelf, straightened her outfit, and went downstairs with her phone.

A luxury car pulled up outside, and Denzel stepped out first, followed by a young boy who looked to be around sixteen years old.

With his hair dyed green and a black obsidian earring, the boy radiated a rebellious vibe. His eyes, tinted by colored contacts, briefly scanned Eileen and the others with a hint of disdain.

"Eileen," Denzel said with a smile before introducing the boy.

"This is Milford Murray." "Nice to meet you," Eileen responded with a polite smile, choosing to ignore Milford's dismissive attitude. She turned to Denzel, "Did his parents not come?" Denzel glanced back at the car, then returned his attention to Eileen with a smile. "I'll show him around." The windows of the parked car were shut, and someone could just barely be seen inside. Eileen's gaze settled on the figure, a strange feeling surfacing.

She frowned briefly before she turned her gaze to Denzel. "Alright, let's head in." Inside the car, sitting in the driver's seat, Raymond watched them go inside and said, "Mr. Dawson, shouldn't we go greet Eileen?" In the back seat, Bryan sat, his legs crossed, a ray of sunlight illuminating his face.

His gaze shifted from the departing Eileen to Raymond, causing a shiver to run down Raymond's spine. Raymond quickly fell silent.

It took only about twenty minutes for Denzel to emerge with Milford, clutching an invoice, before they both got back in the car.

The car drove off, passing two streets before Denzel stepped out and left. Then, the car blended into the traffic again.

Milford, who had been quiet until then, suddenly said, “I don't want a tutor." "It was your sister's idea," Bryan replied, his attention fixed on his phone.

"My sister? What kind of sister is she to me? She grew up with your family, living the good life, while I've never even met her. What gives her the right to meddle in my education?" Milford's voice was filled with disdain.

Bryan didn't look up from his phone; the slight furrow of his brow showed his patience thinning.

"She-" Milford started to add, but suddenly, he caught Bryan's sharp glance-icy and piercing-which silenced him instantly.

However, his eyes sparkled with defiance. Seizing the moment, he swiftly reached for the door handle, flung open the car door, and leaped out.

Raymond slammed on the brakes, but it was too late; Milford had already made his escape. Thankfully, the car had been moving slowly through the city center.

Milford landed awkwardly, spraining his ankle. He struggled to his feet, only to collapse in pain, unable to stand up.

Cars around Milford halted abruptly, and frustrated drivers rolled down their windows to shout angry rebukes at him.

The chaos only subsided when Raymond exited the car and, after offering apologies to the onlookers, helped Milford back inside.

Once they were moving again, Raymond secured the car doors.

At Bryan's instruction, they headed straight for the hospital.

Bryan pocketed his phone and cast a sideways glance at Milford. "Zola thought you needed a tutor, not me. I've done my bit. If you don't want to keep up with the lessons-take it up with the tutor. If you manage to send her packing, that's fine. I'll stay out of it. But if you try anything foolish again before that..." He left his threat hanging, the unspoken warning clear to deter Milford from any further antics. Milford let himself be taken to the hospital to have his ankle examined.

In the hospital, the atmosphere lightened in the VIP ward with Bailee's cheerful voice. Eileen and Bailee were both in Ruby's ward.

"This client is really straightforward, paying everything upfront," Bailee remarked.

Bailee had chatted non-stop during the entire drive, and Eileen couldn't help but smile as she set her bag down on the bed next to Ruby's. She said gently, "You're always happy when maney's inv involved, aren't you? Just remember, starting next week, I'm teaching Milford on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings, from seven to nine. That means I can only visit here after nine on Friday nights. And if someone tries to book another private tutoring session with me, don't agree to it. I won't have the time."

Eileen expressed her concern before getting to the point. "Or, rather, you m mentioned last week that if my mom's Vitalsigns meet the criteria, we could use electroshock therapy to help her wake up. Has she met those criteria this week?" Austen turned away from his hand being stitched to talk to Eileen. "There's still one indicator that's off. We need to keep monitoring her, and as soon as she meets the criteria..." "Clich! That hurts!" Their conversation was cut short by a sudden yell of pain from another bed in the treatment room.

There were sheer curtains dividing the beds, so when Eileen looked over, she could only see several silhouettes.

"A young boy jumped out of a car and sprained his ankle. They're setting the bone for him now," the surgeon M working on Austen explained. "The boy should think twice about jumping from a moving car but couldn't handle a bone setting. Kids these days..." As the cries of pain echoed, interrupting Austen and Eileen's conversation, Austen calmly suggested, "Eileen, why don't you wait foroutside?" "Sure." After Eileen agreed, she exited the room.

The sharp smell of disinfectant in the air overwhelmed her slightly, so she made her way to a window at the corridor's end.

Inside the room, Bryan's eyes followed Eileen as she left. Then, his phone rang. He gestured to Raymond to keep an eye on Milford and walked while pressing his phone to his ear.

"Hello, Zola." His voice echoed clearly down the corridor, his eyes catching the slim figure at the end of it.

A smile played on his lips as he began walking towards her.

"How's Milford? He always seems to find trouble," Zola said from the other end of the line.

Bryan responded, "It's just a sprained ankle; nothing we've found but he's not too happy about it. He'll keep studying-well, that's up in the air..." His eyes locked onto that familiar figure.

Eileen, hearing Bryan's familiar voice, tensed up and turned her head.