Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 74 Chapter 74: Vivian was dressed in a light purple dress, her hair cascading loosely around her shoulders, her makeup subtle yet stunning.

She embraced Kristi warmly before they both headed to the castle's rear garden.

Maney and his wife had their wedding anniversary banquet scheduled for eight in the morning. Despite it being only seven, the arrival of searly guests wasn't surprising.

The garden looked enchanting, adorned with a long table brimming with assorted wines and flowers, while another table was piled high with food.

To the east stood the castle, bisected by a river, painting a perfect backdrop.

But Eileen wasn't in the mood to soak in the beauty. She glanced at Bryan, who was still lying in bed.

She said, "Mr. Warren and Miss Warren have arrived." At that moment, Bryan's eyes snapped open.

He sat up, tossed aside the thin quilt, and rose from the bed to join her. He paused to look outside, his eyes cold. "Head down for breakfast. Mrs. Hamilton will help you change,” he said. “I'm going downstairs." He then turned and strode to the cloakroom to change. After freshening up in the bathroom, Eileen emerged to find Bryan had already left.

Eileen believed he had gone to meet Vivian. Even if he had told Vivian about this before, his presence here with Eileen would surely spark Vivian's anger. He would need to explain to Vivian at least.

Eileen had been looking forward to a pleasant final two days at the castle, yet that hope was fading now. Latest chapters in glovels.☐☐m With a bitter smile, she made her way to the cloakroom to change her outfit.

"Hello, Mrs. Dawson. Mr. Dawson asked to prepare breakfast for you. Would you like it now?" A servant approached Eileen as she descended the stairs.

Eileen nodded and smiled. "Yes, thank you." "You're welcome, Mrs. Dawson." The servant led her to the dining room and said warmly, "Mr. Dawson is so thoughtful. Last night, he used our kitchen to make soup for you. I learned the recipe from him. I hope it's nearly as good as his." It dawned on Eileen that the bowl of soup from yesterday had been prepared by Bryan himself.

Eileen felt a swirl of emotions as the aroma of the soup enveloped her now.

She tried to recall the flavor from last night, but the details were fuzzy.

She remembered ordering the ssoup often on business trips with Bryan.

It turned out he had remembered these details about her-her dislike for beef and her like for the soup.

As Eileen used the spoon to stir the soup in the bowl, warm steam brushed against her face.

After a moment, she sighed and started eating.

No sooner had she finished than Kristi appeared. "Eileen, your dress has arrived. Cwith me; you should try it on." "Okay." Eileen stood up and followed Kristi to the upstairs cloakroom.

The cloakroom spanned over 100 square meters, brimming with an array of clothing, sstill tagged with labels.

The most striking piece was a dress draped over a two-meter mannequin in the center.

It was a purplish dress with a knee-high slit adorned with handcrafted star patterns. The design featured a tastefully hollowed-out back, blending allure with modesty.

"I fell in love with this dress the moment I saw it. I must say, Bryan would look incredibly well in it. It complements your style perfectly," Kristi remarked as she instructed the servant to hand the dress to Eileen. The fabric felt cool and soothing against Eileen's skin as she stepped into the fitting room, leaving her in privacy. Kristi continued chatting with people from outside.

About five minutes later, Eileen emerged in the new dress.

"Wow!" Kristi's eyes widened as she gazed at Eileen with exaggerated awe. "You look stunning, Eileen!" Eileen's fair skin glowed in the light purple fabric. The high-necked cut of the dress elegantly highlighted her slender neck and accentuated her curves, while the slit teasingly revealed glimpses of her long legs.

Kristi's eyes contained a hint of envy as she observed the elegant aura radiating from Eileen. "Really?" Eileen looked down, feeling slightly out of place in the dress.

Accustomed to her work uniform, she was self-conscious in such elaborate attire. With a hint of concern, she asked, "Mrs. Hamilton, does this really suit me?" "Of course. You look fantastic!" Kristi responded instantly, taking Eileen's slender wrist and leading her out. "More guests have arrived. In the morning, everyone just mingles, and after breakfast, there's going to be a ball," Kristi explained the day's agenda as they walked.

But Eileen's attention was elsewhere. She noticed Bryan across the room, sitting with Kian and Vivian, his long legs crossed elegantly.

He held a cigarette between his fingers, and there was a nearly empty glass of red wine beside him.

Vivian was smiling softly, conversing with him, while Kian chimed in occasionally.

Eileen couldn't see Bryan's expression since he was facing away from her.

She thought perhaps he was displaying his usual elegance, listening attentively to Vivian's words, or maybe he was wearing a smile.

"Bryan!" Kristi's voice suddenly cut through the hum of the room, calling out loudly.

The tglanced over, their gaze landing on Eileen simultaneously.

Eileen's hair flowed freely down her shoulders, the light purple hue lending her an air of grace.

Vivian's eyes sparkled with envy, an emotion she struggled to conceal.

Bryan's gaze grew heavier, swiftly shifting from Eileen back to Kian and Vivian.

He noticed that Kian was looking at him with an assessing eye; Vivian was evidently jealous.

He just faintly smiled, his eyes cold.

"Miss Curtis is quite stunning," Kian commented with a casual smile.

Vivian threw a quick, disgruntled look, biting back any words when she recalled Kian's earlier advice.

Kristi guided Eileen to a seat beside Bryan, who, wearing a look of indifference, gave a nod to Kian and Vivian and then diverted his attention, unconcerned with their reaction.

"Bryan, your taste is impeccable. Eileen looks gorgeous in that dress. You really know her best as her husband!" Kristi couldn't help but compliment.

Eileen acknowledged the praise with a courteous smile, while Bryan maintained a nonchalant facade.

Meanwhile, Vivian's face contorted with frustration, her teeth clenched as she glared at Eileen. It was undeniable -Eileen was beautiful.

"Flattered, Mrs. Hamilton," Eileen replied, meeting Vivian's gaze. She was a tad uneasy and offered a polite smile. "There's a crowd gathering over there. Perhaps you should join them." "You're always so considerate!" Kristi returned the smile, gave a nod to Kian and the others, and made her way toward Maney with light, joyful steps.

Eileen watched Kristi and Maney interact, noting how well-matched they seemed. The word around was that Kristi hailed from a humble background, and in marrying Maney, she had stepped into a life of affluence, much like Cinderella.

"Bryan, after the party, are you heading back to Onaland? Let's go back together!" Vivian said, subtly trying to brush the back of Bryan's hand.

Bryan avoided her move. "I have to hash out a deal with the clients. It depends." Vivian cast a dart look at Eileen, trying to gauge her reaction.

Despite Eileen's calm demeanor, Vivian couldn't shake the feeling that she was being silently ridiculed by Eileen. After a pause, she said, "I'll stay then. As your secretary, I should be present if you're discussing business..." As she spoke, Bryan frowned.

"Vivian," Kian interjected with a smile. “Miss Curtis is here, and you've got other tasks waiting back at the office. Let's not burden Bryan with that." He tossed Vivian a lifeline, sensing that Bryan was on the verge of denying her request.

Eileen remained motionless, an impassive spectator bathed in the morning light that enhanced her beauty.

As the gathering swelled with more arrivals, Bryan rose, his hand casually pocketed, elbow cooked. "We've got sregular clients here today. Let's go say hello." "Okay." Eileen stood up and noticed his subtle gesture. After a brief pause, she took his arm, and together they meandered into the throng.

Vivian, her gaze fixed on Eileen, bit her lip until it bled, yet she felt nothing.

"When Bryan discussed the deal, I was there. They had to play the part of a couple," Kian said, attempting to console Vivian.

His words, however, brought her no solace.

With eyes brimming, Vivian turned to him. “Doesn't Bryan likeanymore? Will Eileen take Bryan away from me?"

Kian stood up, offering her a tissue to dab away her tears with gentle patience. "I have snews that might brighten your day. Bryan's grandmother is back. For Bryan to linger in Bayside City, you can use the tto connect with Stella. When Bryan returns, you'll see everything fall into place." Grasping the tissue, Vivian dried her eyes and managed a beaming smile. "Is that true? Why didn't you tellsooner?" "I just received the update," Kian explained. "When we wrap up here, we can pick out something special from Bayside City for Bryan's grandmother." Kian knew just what to say to Vivian, having been familiar with her since her youth and understanding her moods.

Vivian's spirits lifted at his words, the earlier upset seemingly forgotten.

After the pleasantries with several clients, Eileen found herself alone in the crowd, feeling the weight of many eyes on her.

Then, unexpectedly, a warm coat settled on her shoulders. Turning slightly, she saw Bryan offering his cpat, its fabric still holding the heat of his body, the scent of him enveloping her. Before she could react, a voice came. "Hey, look who it is! You're here, Mr. Dawson." Jonathan emerged from the crowd, standing before Bryan, hands casually pocketed.