Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 149 Chapter 149: Raymond swung the door open with a beaming smile.

"Ms. Curtis, welcome." His voice carried a note of flattery that Eileen almost thought she could see on his face.

"Thank you," she replied, stepping into the room with a nod of appreciation.

The room was a cozy private space, and Bryan was there, clad in a crisp white shirt and dress pants, lounging comfortably on the sofa.

The colorful lights from above cast down on his sharp features.

Jacob was decked out in a sleek black Armani tracksuit. Despite a year having passed, his energy remained undiminished.

Upon noticing Eileen, Jacob popped a piece of fruit into his mouth and hurried over. "Eileen, it looks like you've been having a blast in Wist Land!" "Mr. Meyer," Eileen responded with a smile, "It's wonderful to see you again." "Likewise!" Jacob's grin widened. He gestured toward a spot next to Bryan. "Come, have a seat here. Let's catch up." Eileen's gaze followed his gesture to the indicated spot, with Bryan on the left and Phoebe on the right.

Phoebe mirrored Jacob's action, giving the seat next to her a vigorous pat.

After a moment of hesitation, Eileen went there and sat down.

Fresh updates now on gVlJacob settled down beside Phoebe and started chatting with Eileen.

"I heard from Phoebe that you are engaged in the education industry here?" he asked.

Eileen nodded in affirmation. "Yes, that's right." Jacob probed further, “And I heard you're quite successful?" "It's been alright," Eileen responded. "I guess I've just been lucky." She genuinely believed in her luck. Considering the numerous tutoring agencies that dotted Wist Land, her success in just one year had indeed surpassed her expectations.

Jacob flashed a grin. "Well, they say luck favors the competent, and you're certainly proving that." "You flatter me, Mr. Meyer," Eileen said, her cheeks warming with the compliment. Feeling the conversation was veering too much towards praise, she decided to steer it elsewhere. "And how about you, Mr. Meyer? Have you taken over the Meyer family business yet?" Jacob shook his head and replied, "Not yet. My father believes one should settle down and start a family before diving into ambitions. No marriage, no business handover!" Eileen was taken aback for a moment. Then, she glanced at Phoebe and smiled. “Mr. Meyer, you're still quite young. There's no need to hurry, really." Jacob leaned back on the sofa, crossing his legs. "That's right; quite a catch." Bryan's expression soured at the exchange.

He set his wine glass down on the table a bit too forcefully, and the sound abruptly halted the conversation. Everyone's gaze shifted towards him.

"Are you just here to catch up?" Bryan's tone was tinged with irritation. "Seems like you two are quite close. Maybe save catching up for another time, privately!" Jacob hastily raised his glass in acknowledgment. "My apologies, I got carried away with the chat and neglected you. Let's have a drink together." Jacob stood up, maneuvering around Phoebe and Eileen to reach Bryan's side.

Seizing the moment, Phoebe tugged Eileen to a quieter spot.

"I was wondering if you would show up," Phoebe said.

Eileen watched the two men clinking glasses and whispered, "I cout of respect for Mr. Meyer. Plus, I needed to discuss something with Mr. Dawson." "What's it about?" Phoebe murmured. "Are you going to talk about love?" Eileen was momentarily lost for words.

The lighting of the private room was dim, yet Eileen could distinctly make out the mocking smile on Phoebe's face.

With a gentle smile, Eileen inquired, "What brought you to the hospital?" Phoebe's cheeks flushed at the question. “Just... I got a minor injury." "Were you there visiting a gynecologist, perhaps?" Eileen asked directly.

Phoebe's reaction was swift and fierce. "No! Because of the fact I fled to Wist Land, Jacob beca joke in Onaland, and that angered him. During our encounter, he downed two bottles of strong liquor, lost his composure, and tried to get too close to me. I accidentally injured his arm." Eileen was taken aback. Imagining the situation, she couldn't help but smile.

Phoebe, seeing her amusement, joined in the laughter. "Before I cto Wist Land, our families were pushing him to marry me, but he always refused. But after I left, he felt he was the aggrieved party. Back then, when he wouldn't marry me, I was the one being ridiculed." Eileen had not delved deeply into their personal matters before, but it was clear that even in Onaland, their connection had been significant.

Now, it appeared their ties ran even deeper.

Phoebe's meeting with Jacob was nothing like Eileen's unexpected encounters with Bryan. Eileen couldn't help but smile as she said, "Mr. Meyer really is a nice man." "Mr. Dawson is quite nice as well," Phoebe replied.

Eileen ended this topic and popped a piece of fruit into her mouth.

Phoebe shifted the topic to Ruby's situation, and Eileen shared everything with her.

Before she realized it, Eileen had been sitting there for over an hour, having removed her wool coat, her long hair draping over her slender frame.

She glanced over at Bryan, who was deep in conversation with Jacob. Despite being in the sroom, she and Bryan hadn't spoken at all since her arrival.

Bryan was sitting with his legs crossed, enveloped in a haze of smoke, his expression unreadable and distant. Jacob suddenly stood up and made his way to the restroom, giving Phoebe a look.

"I think I'll head to the restroom," Phoebe announced and promptly left the room.

Now alone with Bryan, Eileen realized the cool pine scent emanating from him had filled her senses.

Bryan's eyes fixed on her, causing her to momentarily falter. Clearing her throat, she managed to say, "Mr. Dawson, there's something I need to discuss with you." He merely raised an eyebrow and nodded, his indifference palpable.

Eileen said, "Regarding tutoring Milford, I plan to tutor him and Adalina together. This way, you can provide classes for them five days a week. What do you think?" She was seeking Bryan's opinion with a polite tone.

Bryan pondered for a moment before replying, "As long as Milford is on board, I see no issue with it." "He's agreed, so it's settled,” Eileen replied, then reached into her pocket to pull out her phone, intending to coordinate with Denzel about the locations for the classes.

Absorbed in her task, Eileen didn't notice the shift in Bryan's expression. His gaze had darkened.

It was only when he suddenly snatched the phone from her hand that she looked up in surprise. “What are you doing?" she asked.

Bryan's face was clouded with displeasure. Was that all she had to say? "Give the phone back to me!" Eileen's brow furrowed in annoyance, and she made a grab for the phone, hoping to catch him off guard.

But Bryan deftly leaned back, keeping the phone just out of her reach.

Simultaneously, his other arm encircled her slim waist, pulling her closer. Her waist was so slender that his arm could easily wrap around it.

As Eileen was pressed against his chest, she could feel the steady thump of his heart and the coolness of his muscles under her palms.

The arm around her waist held her firmly, leaving her no room to pull away.

Her nose was nearly touching his chin, and his breath was warm as it washed over her face.

This closeness wasn't their first since reuniting; Eileen vividly recalled the intense kiss they had shared previously.

She noticed his breathing quicken, growing shallow and rapid.

Shifting uneasily, she suddenly felt his other hand lift her chin, drawing her into a kiss with his cool lips.

This tender gesture halted her resistance.

Their breaths mingled, the air between them heating rapidly as his hand ventured into the long locks at the back of her head, deepening their kiss.

Overwhelmed by the flood of sensations, Eileen's thoughts scattered.

Instinctively, her hands found their way to his solid waist.

Eventually, Bryan broke the kiss, his gaze lingering on her dewy and flushed lips.

Eileen looked vulnerable now, her guard completely down.

Bryan's smile was a mix of satisfaction and a slight annoyance that the setting wasn't quite right.

"Let's continue this tonight," he whispered, his voice low and raspy.

The sound of his voice snapped Eileen back to reality. She jerked her hands away from his waist abruptly. Her ears flushed a deep red as she glared at him, "I'm not interested!" she retorted.

Attempting to pull away, she fumbled, her energy sapped by his antics earlier antics. Her move revealed the delicate line of her collarbones and a hint of her slender waist.

Bryan averted his gaze, his eyes momentarily darkening with Fumbling with his skirt desire.

he unbuttoned the top buttons in a futile attempt to calm his restlessness.

He snatched up a drink from the table, gulping it down. The cold liquid traced a path down his throat, and in his haste, a few droplets escaped, trickling along his jawline. Noticing that, Eileen's cheeks turned a darker shade of red.

She scooted further away from him, putting sspace between them.

Just then, Phoebe and Jacob returned to the room.

Phoebe, oblivious to the tension, immediately grabbed a microphone and started to sing.

Jacob, picking up a cellphone from the couch, inquired, “Whose phone is this?" "It is mine," Eileen responded quickly, circling the coffee table to claim her device.

She settled into an armchair, maintaining a careful distance from Bryan.

Yet, her thoughts were in turmoil. What exactly had he meant by his cryptic intention of "continue this tonight"? Shaking off sunsettling thoughts, Eileen reached for her phone to check a message from Denzel.

Denzel had decided not to trouble Bryan with sending Milford to his place daily.

Instead, he chose the Pianoforte Villas as the tutoring site for the two children.

Eileen would drive past Denzel's house en route to the Pianoforte Villas, so she willingly undertook the responsibility of escorting Adalina there.

With arrangements smoothly in place, Eileen put her phone away, turned around, and caught Bryan's intense stare.

Her heart skipped a beat. Claiming she needed to use the bathroom, she excused herself from the room. She reached the restroom at the end of the hallway, where her reflection stared back at her from the mirror. Dressed in a white V-neck blouse, her cheeks were tinged with pink, black waves of hair flowing down her back. Arthur caught a glimpse of Eileen's figure from behind and was instantly mesmerized. He whistled and approached her.

As he drew near and recognized Eileen, his smile broadened. "It's you again! We must be destined to keep meeting each other," he exclaimed joyfully.

"Sorry, I really must be going," Eileen replied, hands still damp, eager to escape.

However, Arthur stood in the way, shifting slightly to his left. He left a narrow space on his right, barely wide enough for her to squeeze through.

"You can pass through here," he said with a mischievous smirk.

Eileen frowned, noticing his hands emerging from his pocket, clearly up to something if she maneuvered past him.

"Or maybe, you giveyour number, and I'll let you go," Arthur suggested.

"Sorry, but it's not convenient forto share my number," Eileen responded, striving to keep her tone polite.

She knew that anyone in this club was likely wealthy or influential. Eager to maintain her peaceful life in this city, she aimed to avoid offending Arthur.

Nevertheless, Arthur didn't budge. Left with no choice, Eileen said, "Fine, handyour phone." Arthur quickly unlocked his phone and passed it to her, watching as she typed in a string of numbers.