Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 72 Chapter 72: Eileen was taken aback; her mouth was left agape, and her heart was pounding rapidly.

Could it be that Bryan was losing patience? Perhaps he intended to get a divorce without Stella's permission. Under Bryan's intense gaze, Eileen managed to utter, "Okay." Noticing her discomfort, his expression softened, and he asked with concern, “What's the matter?" "Nothing," Eileen mustered a smile, glanced at him casually, and said, "Mr. Dawson, it's tto board. Let's go." With that, she turned and began walking towards the boarding gate. Suddenly, she felt her hand grasped firmly by a warm, large palm, pulling her to a pause.

Had Bryan not stopped her, she might have bumped into a passerby.

Regaining her composure, she felt his slender fingers weave through hers as he confidently led her to check in their luggage.

Dressed in a sleek suit, Bryan's tall stature and distinctive charm made him stand out, drawing many admiring looks.

Beside him, Eileen appeared petite, her long hair flowing. She wore a mask that highlighted her beautiful eyes.

Her style exuded elegance, accentuated by a long coat that lent an air of vibrancy. Together, they drew continuous glances. They looked like a perfectly matched pair.

Galhas the newest content Eileen began to relish the attention they garnered, feeling as though they were truly meant for each other. Initially, she felt uncomfortable with the sudden physical connection, but she reassured herself that everything would be fine once they returned from Bayside City.

She decided to embrace the moment.

After handing over the luggage to the staff, Bryan turned to reach for Eileen's hand again, but she preemptively linked her fingers through his.

Surprised by her initiative, Bryan looked at her questioningly. Eileen leaned slightly towards him and said, "What's wrong?" "It's nothing," Bryan said with a faint smile. Thereafter, the two of them boarded the plane.

In the business class section of the plane, there were few passengers. Eileen and Bryan sat side by side. Throughout the flight, their fingers remained entwined.

The flight attendant cwith juice and meals a few times. Eileen found herself stealing extra glances at Bryan. Each ther eyes landed on Bryan's intertwined fingers with Eileen, she would smile at Eileen with a hint of envy.

Eileen savored these moments, cherishing every part of the experience. She deliberately pushed aside the thought that this was their last journey together, choosing instead to enjoy the moment.

Three hours later, the plane landed in Bayside City.

Bryan and Eileen walked out of the airport into the humid air, feeling the light rain misting from the sky. The car they had arranged was already waiting outside.

The driver quickly exited the vehicle when he saw them approaching and loaded their luggage into the trunk.

He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Bryan opened the back door for Eileen, letting her in first, which momentarily stunned him.

Only after Bryan had entered the car and closed the door with a muffled thud did the driver snap out of his daze. He hurriedly shut the trunk and returned to his seat in the car.

Once inside the car, the driver avoided looking into the rearview mirror, fearing he might witness something inappropriate.

The Hamiltons knew of Bryan and Eileen's arrival and had prepared a room for them in advance. The driver headed directly to Rose Manor.

As the car approached Rose Manor, the driver could see lush greenery all around, with rows of grape leaves creating a vast green canopy.

There were clusters of grapes that cast a purple glow in the sunlight.

On one side lay the expansive wine cellar, stretching out as far as he could see. After nearly twenty minutes of driving, they finally reached the hof the Hamilton couple.

The classical castle architecture radiated opulence, with servants bustling about.

As the gates slowly opened, they were bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun.

At the entrance of the castle, the Hamilton couple awaited Bryan and Eileen's arrival. Seeing the car, Kristi Hamilton, Mangy's wife, lifted the hem of her dress and quickly stepped down the stairs to greet them. Though she and Eileen had met only a few times, they had maintained contact and got along well. During Kristi's visits to Onaland, Eileen and Bryan were always her hosts.

Kristi was eager to embrace Eileen with a warm hug.

However, as the car door swung open, the first thing that caught her eye was a shiny pair of leather shoes. Then, the imposing figure of Bryan emerged, carrying a sleeping Eileen in his arms.

Eileen had been busy tutoring Aaron these days and was evidently exhausted. "Eileen-" Kristi barely started speaking when she was stopped by Bryan's icy stare.

Seeing this, Mangy hurried down the steps, pulled Kristi into his arms, and shot a fierce glare back at Bryan. "Bryan, how dare you-" Mangy began.

However, Bryan cut him off before he could finish. "Excuse me. Please taketo our room. Eileen is asleep. I want to take her to rest first." Mangy was left momentarily speechless.

Kristi quickly gestured to a servant to show Bryan the way.

The room assigned to Bryan and Eileen was on the top floor of the castle, its two windows open, allowing the curtains to flutter in the gentle breeze.

The red bedding gave the room a romantic feel. Bryan gently placed Eileen on the bed, where she fell into a deeper sleep.

Bryan then closed the windows, drew the curtains, and carefully removed her coat.

Noticing the dark circles under her eyes, a clear sign of her fatigue, Bryan felt a pang of sympathy.

He pulled up the thin quilt to cover Eileen and then left the room quietly.

In the living room, the Hamilton couple cuddled together. When Mangy noticed Bryan descending the stairs, he couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark, "Why did you cdown alone? Are you here to watchand my wife be affectionate?" Although the Hamiltons were foreigners, they had studied here years ago and fallen in love with the place, deciding to stay and establish Rose Manor.

They spoke fluent English now and were even familiar with a few inteslang terms.

Bryan sat down on the single sofa and faced Mangy directly. "I didn't properly greet you just now; my apologies." Kristi smiled warmly at Bryan, then said thoughtfully, "I knew Bryan wouldn't be impolite." She paused, then added, "But you seem different this time. You seem to be treating Eileen better." Bryan raised his eyebrows slightly, and his expression softened as he reflected on something.

Kristi's eyes sparkled as she asked, “Is Eileen pregnant?" Bryan was taken aback by Kristi's assumption.

Mane-Y's chest swelled with emotion. “I knew there had to be a reason why Bryan suddenly becso caring and attentive to Eileen. He's going to be a dad. I think congratulations are in order!" While touching the spot Kristi had patted, Mangy smiled at her affectionately. He then pointed at the rows of wine cellars and told Bryan, "When your wife gives birth, I'll gift you the wine from the cellars." Bryan was momentarily at a loss for words.

Just as Bryan was about to clarify, Mangy stood up and clapped Bryan on the shoulder. "Cwith me. I'll show you something incredible." Bryan glanced upstairs, his hesitation apparent.

"Kristi will stay here. She'll be with Eileen when she wakes up," Mangy assured him, sensing his reluctance. He then put his arm around Bryan's shoulder and led him away.

In the vast vineyard, a solitary light in the center emitted a bright white beam, illuminating the entire manor. A shaft of light pierced the room, highlighting the red canopy and casting a crimson shadow on Eileen's face. The light played upon her fair skin, and her long eyelashes fluttered as she gradually opened her eyes. The unfamiliar surroundings momentarily blanked her mind. It took her a few moments to recall that she had traveled to Bayside City with Bryan and that she was likely at the Hamilton couple's estate.

She quickly rose, hurried to the window, and gazed at the night scene outside, confirming that she was indeed at Rose Manor.

"Eileen, over here!" Kristi called out to Eileen from the ground below.

Eileen smiled and waved back at Kristi, though her attention was drawn to the man nearby.

Clad in a tailor-made gray tracksuit, Bryan held a cigarette between his fingers. He casually flicked ashes as he conversed with Mangy.

At that moment, his dark eyes met Eileen's, radiating a profound tenderness, and his lips curved into a gentle smile.

That smile, piercing straight to Eileen's heart, unexpectedly quickened her pulse.

Bryan extinguished the cigarette, tossing it into an ashtray. After exchanging a few words with Mangy, he began walking toward the castle.

Watching this, Eileen felt a surge of confusion as she observed Mangy The two then rise and speak to kis the glanced up at Eileen, their expressions playfully mischievous. Feeling her cheeks warming up, Eileen spun around, grabbed her coat, and headed for the door, which swung open just as she reached it.

Bryan entered the room leisurely, causing her to step back.

"What are you doing here?" Eileen asked, her voice tinged with bewilderment. "I was just about to go down." "I had someone make you soup. Have sbefore going downstairs," Bryan said.

Only then did Eileen notice the bowl of soup Bryan was holding, its aroma enticing her taste buds and reminding her of her hunger.

She accepted the soup and sat down. She then stirred it a few times with the spoon before eating.

Bryan sat next to her and skillfully tied up her long hair with a hairband he had produced seemingly from nowhere.

His cool fingertips brushed her neck as he did so, making her feel a bit uneasy.

Turning to look at his face, illuminated red by the canopy's reflection, Eileen impulsively offered him a spoonful of soup.

"Would you like some?” she asked, immediately regretting her impulsiveness. Just as she was about to retract her hand, Bryan m caught her wrist, met her gaze, and accepted the spoonful of soup. After swallowing, he nodded and commented, "It tastes good. Make sure you have more yourself." "Okay," Eileen replied distractedly, continuing to sip from the bowl.

She was thinking that Bryan had just used the spoon she had been using.

Though they had shared more intimate moments in the past, these had been about physical needs. This, however, was different.

A complex emotion welled up in Eileen's heart, and she had to acknowledge that she was deeply caught up in this moment.

"They're grilling beef downstairs. I know you don't like beef. But since we're guests here, it wouldn'tBem appropiate to request a change in the menu just for us. If this bowl of soup isn't enough, I can get you another one," Bryan said. His tone was deep and soothing, almost mesmerizing.

"How did you know I don't like beef?" Eileen asked. Other than Ruby and Bailee, she hadn't told anyone else about her dislike for beef.