Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 146 Chapter 146: Milford, head slightly tilted, broke the silence of the room. "May I cin?" "Yes!" Adalina exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement.

Peering around as he entered, Milford surveyed the room's decor, his eyebrows arching slightly.

Sitting down, he pulled his phone from his pocket, his face adopting a cool detachment. "Those people downstairs are too much. I think I'll hang out here for a bit," he said.

"Those people? Is Bryan downstairs?" Eileen asked, her brow furrowing.

Seeing Eileen, Milford's impatience was palpable, and his tone was far from courteous. "Why else would I be here?" At a loss for words, Eileen wondered if it was too late for her to leave now.

Silence enveloped the room again, with each person absorbed in their own thoughts.

About ten minutes later, servants ascended to invite them to dinner.

Eileen led the way downstairs, with Milford close behind and Adalina trailing behind them.

Eileen caught sight of Bryan lounging on the sofa.

The chill emanating from his black suit contrasted sharply with his relaxed posture.

A cigarette dangled between his fingers, his gaze lifting to meet Eileen's through the veil of smoke.

The light captured Eileen's image. Her casual attire was complemented by a fluffy ponytail, with strands gently resting on her shoulders.

G☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐hosts the latest Her skin radiated flawlessness, and her soft refined features, especially her eyes and eyebrows, conveyed a serene purity.

Bryan lifted his eyebrows briefly before he averted his gaze, murmuring something to Denzel.

Then, Denzel and Ryann turned to look at Eileen and the others.

"Dad, Mom!" Adalina's voice echoed as she dashed downstairs, brushing past Milford and Eileen to reach Denzel and Ryann, who stood to embrace their daughter and smooth her disheveled hair.

"This is Mr. Dawson." Denzel gestured towards Bryan, prompting Adalina to greet him.

With a shy smile, Adalina said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Dawson." After a brief exchange of nods with Denzel and Ryann, Eileen approached Bryan, offering a greeting, "Hello, Mr. Dawson." "Well, everyone is here. Let's eat," Denzel said.

He then turned to Adalina. "Honey, please welcMilford and-" He hesitated before saying, "Calling Eileen Ms. Curtis seems too formal, don't you think?" "Understood!" Adalina nodded, then turned to Eileen.

"Eileen, is it alright if I just call you that?" At that moment, Bryan, who was about to extinguish his cigarette and stand up, paused abruptly and glanced at Eileen.

Eileen, standing beside Milford and Adalina, appeared to be their peer, though her slightly more pronounced eyebrows and deeper eyes suggested a touch more sophistication.

"Mr. Dawson, if you please," Denzel called out to Bryan, asking him to cto the table.

Bryan collected himself and strolled into the dining room.

With Bryan's presence, Denzel declined the head seat. Eventually, everyone found their places at the elongated table, which was set up in two rows.

Somehow, Eileen ended up sitting next to Bryan, directly across from Ryann.

"This is perfect. The kids will have their own space to eat and play, making it easier for us to chat," Denzel said, noticing Eileen's slight discomfort.

Eileen nodded with a slight smile. Despite her reluctance, she couldn't embarrass Bryan in their presence. Bryan carried a faint scent of smoke that mingled with the crisp fragrance of pine. The overhead crystal lamp cast shimmering reflections on the amber liquid in their glasses.

The meal was rather mundane, predominantly focused on the business dealings between Denzel and Bryan. Ryann didn't intend to complicate things for Eileen. She engaged Eileen in a conversation about tutoring the children.

Milford remained silent throughout, occasionally fiddling with his phone.

Adalina, on the other hand, was quite the conversationalist. She quickly struck up a lively conversation with Eileen.

Eileen didn't mind, but Bryan grew increasingly annoyed as he listened to them tackle a tough physics problem from the study material.

Adalina was stumped by the problem. Despite receiving two hints from Eileen, she couldn't solve it.

Milford suddenly interjected, "Can't you solve such a simple problem?" All eyes turned towards Milford.

"Can you?" Eileen asked, a hint of surprise in her voice. She then suggested to Adalina, "Why don't you show him the physics problem I left for you yesterday and let him try?" Before Milford could respond, Adalina dashed upstairs to retrieve the material.

Within moments, she was back, placing the physics problem before Milford.

All eyes were on Milford as he picked up a pen and began to work through the problem, following Eileen's earlier guidelines.

However, he soon slowed down in his solving, and Eileen gave him a few hints.

To Eileen's surprise, Milford had outshined Adalina in learning ability. Under Eileen's guidance, Milford had adeptly solved the problem.

"Weren't you taught that in junior high school by first grade?" Eileen asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice. Given that physics was only introduced in the second year of junior high, it was unexpected for Milford to have any knowledge of it.

Milford set his pen and notebook aside with a dismissive sneer, boasting, "I'm just naturally smart." Eileen remarked, "You're impressive, Milford." Eileen's praise caused Milford to blush with a mix of embarrassment and pride, rendering him speechless for a moment.

"You're right; he really is impressive," Adalina added, supporting the praise.

The room was filled with a warm atmosphere, though outside, the rain poured down fiercely.

Perhaps influenced by the mood, Bryan had drunk a little too much, the corners of his eyes reddening.

As Bryan got up, a cigarette positioned between the fingers of his left hand, his right hand surreptitiously reached under the table to clasp Eileen's. Eileen froze, her body tensing as she instinctively tried to pull away. But Bryan tightened his grip, caressing the back of her hand gently.

All the while, he carried on conversing with Denzel as if nothing out of the ordinary was occurring.

"Mr. Dawson, what happened to your wrist?" Denzel had caught sight of the bite mark on Bryan's wrist before and initially thought he had been mistaken.

Bryan had removed his coat and rolled up his sleeve during dinner; it was only then that Denzel confirmed it was indeed a bite mark.

"I was bitten," Bryan murmured, bending his wrist to examine it closely.

Eileen's throat tightened, and she averted her gaze uncomfortably.

Then, Denzel, in utter disbelief, exclaimed, "Really? This looks pretty bad. Have you been to the hospital for a vaccine shot?" Bryan just chuckled softly and replied, "No, I haven't." "Why?" Denzel asked, visibly shaken. "Mr. Dawson, is it from a cat or a dog?" Eileen remained silent, lost for words.

Bryan laughed, a trail of smoke escaping his lips.

It was the first tDenzel had ever seen Bryan laugh. He was puzzled about why Bryan could still laugh at such an incident.

With her ears blushing, Eileen turned her face away, pretending not to catch the details of their conversation. Understanding the situation, Ryann gave Denzel a playful poke and asked, "Do you know what makes a man laugh even after being bitten?" Her voice was low yet audible to all seated at the table.

Adalina, curious, inquired, "What is it?" "You'll know when you're older," Ryann replied, patting Adalina's head gently. "For now, just focus on your dinner." She then turned and offered Eileen a smile, making Eileen feel more embarrassed.

"Mrs. Vance," she began, unable to contain her restlessness, "Since the kids have finished eating, I'll take them upstairs for their lessons." "Actually, I was considering canceling today's session. But since it's pouring outside, I figured you might be stuck here for a while. You can take them upstairs for the session now," Denzel replied, suggesting that Milford also join them upstairs.

Eileen, turning to steal a glance at Bryan, caught the brief heat of his fingertips before he let go.

Bryan, avoiding her gaze, turned away and took a drag of his cigarette.

Even though Milford had joined their tutoring session, he was still unfamiliar with the subjects Adalina intended to study.

Eileen handed Milford two of Adalina's textbooks and began the tutoring session with Adalina.

Their tutoring started at eight in the evening and wrapped up at ten.

As the tutoring session concluded, thunder cracked, lighting up the evening sky as if it were midday. Eileen and Milford descended the stairs to find Bryan engrossed in a gof chess with Denzel.

Emerging from the kitchen with a tray of fruit, Ryann asked, “Has the class ended?" "Yes, Mrs. Vance," Eileen replied with a smile. Her gaze fell on Bryan and Denzel.

Outside, a light drizzle set the stage, lending an artistic touch to the scene.

Upon noticing Eileen, Denzel placed his chess pieces down and said, "Ms. Curtis, Mr. Dawson, since the NO lesson's over and it's still raining, I think it's best not to keep you here any longer." It was a subtle way to ask Eileen to leave.

Ryann set sfruit on the table, turned to Denzel, and lightly y patted his shoulder, saying "MP. Dawson's N had a fair bit to drink. With the rain and slippery roads, driving could be risky." Denzel paused, realization dawning on him. He recalled that Bryan had driven here with Milford, and they hadn't brought a driver.

He quickly said, "It was an oversight on my part. I've had a bit to drink myself. What should we do now?"

Ryann frowned slightly. Then, she turned to Eileen, suggesting, "Since you're here, perhaps you could offer Mr. Dawson and Milford a ride?" Eileen was taken aback. She glanced up, her expression one of bewilderment.

Denzel stood there, equally surprised.

Meanwhile, Bryan picked up his coat from the sofa and draped it over his arm, his tall figure silhouetted against the light.

Turning to face Eileen, his voice devoid of emotion, he said, "Then I should thank you in advance, Ms. Curtis." Eileen was momentarily at a loss for words.

Was Bryan really expecting her to drive him home? "Wait..." Denzel appeared uncertain.

Ryann, flashing a friendly smile, chimed in, “Thanks for the effort, Ms. Curtis. Letwalk you out." Led by Bryan, the group made their way outside, with Eileen trailing behind in a state of mild confusion. They walked the short distance from the gate to the car in the rain.

It was only when Bryan and Milford settled into the snug confines of the car that Eileen realized she was supposed to drive them home.

She honked the horn as a goodbye to the Vance couple and slowly pulled away.

Standing by the door, Denzel sensed something amiss but couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Ryann, arms folded, turned to him and prodded, "Haven't you noticed anything odd?"