Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 255 Chapter 255: Eileen's mouth twitched as she watched Jacob act like that while holding Phoebe. She dipped her head and gave a soft cough. Jacob seemed too needy.

Phoebe had reached her limit with Jacob's antics. With a slap to his head, she snapped, "Enough already. If you keep acting so repulsive, I'm sending you home!" "What did I do wrong?" Jacob looked up and glanced meaningfully at Bryan. "It's good to express one's feelings, okay? I'm not like someone who is too stubborn to say anything." Nearby, Bryan leaned against a window, a cigarette dangling from his fingers.

He shifted against the window, casting a casual glance at Jacob. "You know, there's no helping a man who's shameless," he remarked.

Eileen's recent rejection had indeed soured his mood, yet he couldn't tolerate Jacob's smugness.

At a loss for words, Jacob merely pursed his lips, his frustration evident.

"Honey, could you graba banana?" he called out, trying to regain sground.

Meanwhile, Phoebe and Eileen continued their conversation, paying little mind to the petty squabble between Bryan and Jacob.

Phoebe grabbed a banana and tossed it to Jacob. Jacob grumbled, encircling Phoebe's waist with his arms. "Peel it for me." "Jacob, don't forceto slap you on your first day in the hospital!" She struggled to shove his head away, but as soon as she managed to do that, he nestled his head back into her arms.

In frustration, Phoebe tossed the banana back onto the bed. "Enough already." Find what you love at gVinovs.☐☐☐ Eileen said, "Look after him for now. He's a patient. After this, I have to prep for an educational seminar on Friday night. Time's running short." Feeling resigned at Jacob's behavior, Eileen's eyes involuntarily drifted to Bryan.

Bryan was looking at Jacob, his brow furrowed in thought. Despite Phoebe's apparent annoyance with Jacob, she didn't prevent him from clinging to her.

Bryan surely could pick up on this tactic, couldn't he? Imagining that scenario, Eileen felt a headache coming and quickly decided to leave.

"It's late, and I have to go now. Next tI'm free, let's go shopping together," she said.

No sooner had she spoken than Bryan extinguished his cigarette, shut the window, and accompanied her as they walked out of the hospital. Phoebe mumbled under her breath, hinting that she wanted them to stay for dinner. "Honey, it's a good thing they won't be here for dinner, or they'd be jealous seeing you feed me," Jacob said. While Phoebe was scolding him, Eileen and Bryan exited the hospital room.

Grasping Bryan's fingers, Eileen couldn't suppress a chuckle. "I really enjoy seeing them interact like that." "Really?" Bryan queried, trying to grasp her meaning. Was she implying she favored men who were smooth talkers? "They have a unique way of getting along, but it's something that works just for them," Eileen clarified. She pondered for a moment and concluded that she couldn't well be with someone like Jacob.

It was close to eight in the evening when Eileen and Bryan reached the apartment building. Eileen planned to head straight back to her apartment.

"It's already so late. Bailee probably hasn't made dinner yet. I haven't eaten myself. Why don't we go to my place? I can cook us something," Bryan suggested.

Bryan looked calm, making it hard for Eileen to guess if he was plotting something.

The dim light of the elevator and the confined space made Eileen focus solely on him.

On their way home, Bryan had maintained a composed demeanor.

Eileen felt there was no need for her to be too cautious; it made her seem petty.

She said, "Fine, I'll eat at your place and then go back to my apartment." Bryan was pleased by this subtle progress. He masked his delight and gently grasped her wrist as they exited the elevator. The apartment was cloaked in darkness. As Bryan changed his shoes, he flicked on the light in the entryway and hung up his key.

Beside his, hung the key Eileen had left. Eileen caught a glimpse of it but quickly looked away, stepping further inside.

"Cook. Letknow if there's anything specific you'd like," Bryan trailed behind, settling on the sofa and draping an arm behind her.

Her guarded gaze prompted him to lean in and plant a kiss on her forehead.

"I don't have any particular cravings. You go ahead and cook," Eileen replied, gently pushing him away. Bryan pressed his lips together, rose, and strode to the kitchen.

He loosened two buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. After retrieving several ingredients from the refrigerator, he began preparing dinner.

Eileen had been addressing a series of students' queries online. Within thirty minutes, the aroma of food permeated the room.

Setting her phone aside, she rolled up her sleeves and made her way into the kitchen to help. Once the dishes were laid out on the table, everything was set for dinner. As Eileen took her seat, she noticed Bryan starting to unbutton his shirt, revealing his well-defined chest.

"Wait... What are you doing?" she asked.

"The kitchen's greasy smell is too strong; I'm going to take a shower art eating without! now. You can start.

me," Bryan said, removing his shirt En: completely. He was a vision of the V-shaped torso-broad shoulders tapering to a slim waist, his figure flawless from every angle. Eileen found herself involuntarily watching him move until he loosened his belt and stepped out of his trousers at the bathroom door.

Embarrassed, she quickly diverted her gaze, her ears blushing a deep red.

She suspected he might be teasing her on purpose. Lowering her gaze, she focused on her thoughts drifting.

Memories of countless nights flashed through her mind. The defined lines of his muscles during those moments were vivid in her memory.