Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 152 Chapter 152: He usually maintained his composure, but the sight of her with another man made him unable to control himself. Just as he was about to take off his shirt...

"Bryan!" Milford's voice echoed from outside the room.

Bryan stopped abruptly and muttered a curse. It seemed like it was always the wrong place or the wrong time.

Eileen quickly straightened her clothes and exited the room.

Upon seeing Eileen emerge from Bryan's room, Milford was taken aback.

"If you need something, go straight to Bryan. I'll head upstairs now," Eileen said hastily, not turning back as she ascended the stairs.

In the study, Adalina was still recovering from the shock of seeing Arthur. The sound of the door swinging open startled her again.

"Are you scared?" Eileen asked, sitting down across from Adalina.

"No, it's just that I've never encountered someone like that before," Adalina replied.

Eileen just smiled, not continuing on that topic. She bowed her head to peruse the notes from the last lecture. Thinking of something, she said, "By the way, I've found suseful study materials online. I'm going to share them in our group chat." After uploading the documents to the newly formed group chat, Eileen noticed there were now four members in it.

The magic happens on gVlnovals"Who did you invite into the group chat?" she asked Adalina.

Eileen noticed that someone had just been added to the group chat by Adalina moments before.

Adalina responded without hesitation, “Milford." "Milford? But isn't this account Milford's?" Eileen questioned, pointing to the account she had added to the group chat.

Adalina parted her lips to reply, but before she could speak, Milford walked in and interjected, "Is there an issue if I use more than one account?" He snorted coldly, settling into a chair to read the study materials.

Eileen furrowed her brows, but she chose not to press the issue and resumed her teaching.

Throughout the tutoring session, Milford's phone buzzed several times. He secretly slid it under the table and unlocked it.

But before he could do anything, Eileen snatched the phone from his hands.

"Give it back," Milford demanded, his expression icy.

"We're in class right now. Phones aren't allowed," Eileen replied firmly.

Her eyes were resolute as they locked with Milford's furious stare.

It had been a while since anyone had asked Milford to behave, and Eileen's defiance seemed to ignite his temper further, the veins on his forehead visible from anger.

"You're just a tutor. Stop acting high and mighty here. Once the class is over and you get your payment, your job is done. Stay out of other matters!" Milford snapped.

Adalina watched the exchange in shock, biting her lip and remaining silent for a long while. Milford seemed almost unrecognizable to her now.

"Do you think I'm only in it for the money?" Eileen responded. "Sure, many work for financial reasons, but there are also those who are driven by passion and a commitment to make a difference. Making a living and fulfilling one's duties hold equal weight." Her words seemed to penetrate Milford's anger, softening the harshness in his eyes slightly. Realizing Milford wasn't going to say anything, Eileen added, "Just so you know, if you delay the session, I'll need to extend it. We'll finish five minutes later than planned now. Any questions about that?" Milford, with obvious reluctance, eventually responded.

"Alright, then let's proceed with the lesson," Eileen declared and continued teaching.

An hour went by swiftly. After the session ended and seeing that Milford had been relatively compliant, Eileen gave Milford his phone back. He grabbed it and stormed off without a backward glance.

"Hey," Adalina began, her instinct to intervene kicking in.

"Ms. Curtis hasn't dismissed you yet!" "Let him go," Eileen said calmly. "He was on edge when I confiscated his phone. He can't change overnight." Eileen knew that forcing Milford to change could even make things worse. In a moment of anger, he might just hurl her from the third-floor window. He was only fifteen but already stood taller than her. If it cdown to it, she knew she wouldn't stand a chance in a physical altercation.

Adalina gave a nod of understanding, gathered her belongings, and left with Eileen.

When they left, they didn't see Bryan. By the tAdalina was dropped off at the Vance family's residence, the clock had struck ten. Exhausted from the evening's events, Eileen felt utterly drained as she returned home.

After taking a shower, she went straight to bed. The lights at Pianoforte Villas still shone brightly after Eileen left. Emerging from the bathroom, Bryan was greeted by a soothing night breeze through the open window. He lit a cigarette and sent a text to Jacob.

"How long will it take for your injury to heal?" Jacob found the message cryptic and took a moment to process its implications before calling Bryan. "What did you mean by that?" he asked.

"Just what I said. Phoebe has to look after you until you're better, right?" Bryan replied, setting his phone on speaker and placing it on the windowsill as he leaned against the wall.

Though Bryan had been indirect, Jacob caught his drift. "Don't worry. I'll keep her busy for you," he said.

"I've got another call. Gotta hang up now." Ending the call with Jacob, Bryan immediately answered an incoming call from Dawson Mansion.

It was Brandon calling, his voice cold. "I heard the project prep is done. Hand the rest of the work over to Raymond and cback tomorrow." Bryan's eyes darkened as he responded, "Apex Group has your oversight. I need to monitor things here. I'll return once everything's wrapped up." "Enough with the excuses. I know what you're up to! Cback tomorrow, or I'll deal with this my own way!" Brandon's voice was stern as he ended the call.

Bryan's expression darkened.

Above Bryan's room, Milford was still awake, the light in his room visible. The window, slightly open, allowed fragments of conversation to drift out.

"I had no idea... I really didn't." Milford's voice sounded frustrated. “No need for a face-to-face; just pass the message to Arthur. That's it, end of discussion!" With a flick of irritation, Milford tossed his phone onto the bed. He had taken a year off from school, and during that time, he had gotten involved with questionable associates, Arthur being one of them. Back when he had been younger and easily targeted, Arthur had stepped in to defend him. That act had marked him in their circle as one of Arthur's people. He hadn't expected to see Arthur again now, and Arthur was showing an interest in Eileen.

Milford's phone buzzed again on the bed, flashing the snumber. He glanced at the screen and swiftly ended the call. The caller persisted, and Milford hung up again. After several more attempts, he eventually switched off his phone.

As the first streaks of dawn brushed the sky, Eileen was already at the gates of the educational institution. She had arrived early, anticipating a busy day ahead. Seated at her desk, she nibbled on a sandwich while reading her study materials. Before she realized it, her colleagues had arrived, engaging in light chatter.

"He's incredibly good-looking." "So? You can tell he's someone influential just by looking at him. Better not get your hopes up!" "But look, he's outside our building. Maybe he's here for someone?" "Isn't that Miss Rayne over there? She's speaking with him. I wonder if he's here to see her?"

The chatter caught Eileen's attention.

She turned toward the window and saw Arthur clutching a bouquet of O flowers. His shirt, strikingly similar to the one from the previous evening, fluttered slightly in the breeze. Parked behind him was a sleek black Lamborghini, and he was engaged in conversation with Danielle Rayne from Eileen's institution.

Danielle, just twenty-five, had only been working at the institution for a short time, having finished university a year earlier. While she was om recognized for her solid teaching skills, her personal life was less stable. She had changed several wealthy boyfriends. Her social circles often included the affluent, which was how she had cto meet Arthur, a well-known playboy of Wist Land.

"Mr. Blake, what brings you here today?" Danielle asked, a hint of excitement in her voice. They had last crossed paths on Saturday night, and she wondered if Arthur was here for her. Thinking of that, Danielle felt a sense of joy in her heart. But when Arthur turned to face her, his expression showed no sign of recognition. "Who are you?" he asked bluntly. The smile on Danielle's face dimmed. "They say brilliant minds often forget quickly," she said, trying to mask her annoyance. "I'm Danielle Rayne. We met at the bar just two nights ago." “I don't remember you." Arthur's reply was terse. "Do you have anything else to say to me? If not, stay away, and don't bother me." Danielle's smile vanished entirely. Observing the mix of gossip and envy in her colleagues' eyes, she composed herself and asked, "Then, Mr. Blake, who are you here to see? Maybe I can call the person out for you?" Arthur paused, a realization dawning on him. "You work here?" he asked.

"Yes," Danielle answered.

Arthur hastened to say, "I'm here to see Eileen Curtis. Could you fetch her for me?" Danielle had initially assumed Arthur was at the wrong place, given that everyone at the institution was married, except her. However, she suddenly remembered that Eileen, her boss, was still single.

"I'll call her for you. But with so many eyes on us, it might be better if you waited at the café across the street,” she suggested, then pulled out her phone. "If it's fine with you, let's swap Whatcontacts. That way, you can reachif you need to get in touch with Eileen or if there's anything else you need in the future." Upon hearing that, Arthur swiftly pulled out his phone and added Danielle on WhatsApp. "Sendher social media details and ask her to meetat the café," Arthur instructed. After ensuring Danielle was added, he turned and got into his car. He parked near the café and entered.

As soon as Danielle returned, she found herself encircled by a group of curious colleagues.

"Danielle, who is that man?" one asked.

"Is he wealthy? What's your relationship with him?" another chimed in.

Their curiosity was palpable. With a dismissive wave of her hand, Danielle responded, "It's not what you think.

We haven't confirmed our relationship yet. Get back to work; I need to find Ms. Curtis." She then made her way through the crowd and headed upstairs.

When Eileen caught sight of Arthur, her first thought was that he had clooking for her. But upon seeing him engaged in cheerful conversation with Danielle, she exhaled a sigh of relief. It wasn't unexpected for a playboy like him to be seen with different women frequently.

Danielle knocked and entered Eileen's office, finding Eileen gazing out the window. She bit her lip before saying, "Ms. Curtis, Mr. Blake askedto-" Eileen interjected, "You don't need to share your personal matters with me. However, if he comes looking for you again, try to keep it low-key. You're a teacher, and it wouldn't reflect well if the students' parents were to witness you interacting with him."