Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 178 Chapter 178: "I can't go out now. Just tellon the phone," Bryan replied, his voice barely above a whisper, careful not to disturb Eileen's sleep.

"You hadlook into the White family's finances, and the investment mess has been sorted, so why hole up at home? It's late. Aren't you up yet?" Jacob said, chiding Bryan.

"I was up all night. I need to sleep in," Bryan mumbled, his voice low and raspy in the darkened room. The undertone of satisfaction in his voice was unmistakable to Jacob. He added, “You just don't get it." Jacob paused, realization dawning on him. “Did you sleep with Eileen again last night? Stop taking advantage of her. You know, sooner or later, you're going to..." Bryan had been intimate with Eileen without admitting they were an item. Jacob was certain it would backfire eventually. But he cut himself off, choosing not to warn Bryan further. If Bryan truly won Eileen over and they ended up married, Jacob would be left without anyone on his side.

"I'm not taking advantage of her. We love each other. It's all consensual," Bryan replied, his arms tightening around Eileen, his heart swelling with affection.

"You love each other..." Jacob was at a loss for words.

Bryan's smile widened. "Hasn't Phoebe gone to meet you yet? Keep her away from Eileen's place for now." "Damn!" Jacob cursed under his breath, his frustration mounting. It turned out Bryan had technically kicked Phoebe out of Eileen's place. Jacob was puzzled. Why hadn't Phoebe cto him? "You jerk, Bryan Dawson! I'll be waiting for you at the club at eight tonight. If you don't show up, you will never learn about what happened to the White family's finances..." Jacob ranted a bit more before hanging up.

As Bryan held Eileen close, her lips were pressed against his chest. She suddenly opened her eyes. Her curly lashes fluttered against his skin. Bryan relaxed his grip slightly and looked at her. "Did I wake you?" LVTEST CHαpters in glovels.☐☐☐ "Mmm." Eileen laid her hand on his waist, their bodies melding together under the blanket. She was still in a daze, his words from the night before asking them to be together echoing in her mind. She looked up at him, her eyes drawn to the gentle movement of his Adam's apple.

Bryan asked, "Feeling hungry? I'll get us something to eat." They had spent the entire night lost in each other, and Eileen was famished now. Shifting to lie on her back, she answered, "Yes, I'm starving. Go ahead." Bryan caught her arm, turning her to face him. With a dissatisfied expression, he inquired, "So I should go just like this?" "What else? You used to cook forall the time," Eileen replied. “Now that we're together, do you want to stop doing that? Do you expectto cook for you now?" She knew Bryan was all too aware of her disastrous attempts at cooking. She herself believed she was no chef. That was probably why Bryan always insisted on cooking himself after they made love the night before, his way of sparing himself from her kitchen experiments.

"You're not going to rewardfor cooking for you?" Bryan said, looking at her earnestly.

Eileen caught on immediately. She lifted her head, locking eyes with him briefly before tenderly pecking his lips. As she started to pull away, he drew her closer, encircling her waist with his arm. Their lips met once more, this twith renewed intensity. Bryan deepened the kiss as his breath quickened.

They had barely rested, catching less than three hours of sleep after a night of passionate lovemaking. Eileen sensed Bryan's reaction and let out a soft moan in protest. She felt utterly drained now. Although they had indulged in all-night lovemaking before, Bryan had been different this time. He had urged her to be more cooperative, leaving her completely spent.

"You can catch smore sleep," Bryan said, stopping and controlling himself, wary of irritating her. He then slipped out of bed, rummaging through closets for his clothes. As he searched, his gaze occasionally flicked back to Eileen, who seemed to feel a pang of guilt under his scrutiny.

Eileen had half-expected him to leave for good before, but instead of discarding his clothes, she had found herself wanting to keep them as keepsakes. Bryan eventually retrieved his clothes from a box in the corner, dressing himself while giving Eileen a look. Eileen felt compelled to offer an explanation. “I was worried others would see them," she said.

"I'll let it slide this time," Bryan replied, his tone forgiving. After he got dressed, he exited the bedroom, making his way to the kitchen. With the bedroom door ajar, Eileen could hear the sounds of Bryan preparing the meal, the reality of the previous night sinking in. It hadn't been a dream; they had beca couple.

Eileen found herself questioning whether her choice had been the right one. Yet, she knew such issues weren't simply black and white. She had once made a promise to Stella to marry Bryan, a decision that similarly defied simple categorization of right or wrong.

At that moment, Phoebe's message popped up on her phone. "Givean explanation tonight, Eileen CID m seemed Jacob had spilled something to Phoebe. Ignoring the urge to respond, Eileen shook off her fatigue and got out of bed. She slipped into a nightgown and headed for a shower.

With Christmas nearing, the evening air in Wist Land carried a chill, which was why Eileen and Bryan and Bryan Gadhin een opened the window the previous night. They had sweated profusely during their sex, leaving Eileen's hair damp and tangled. Twenty minutes later, Eileen stepped out of the bathroom, greeted by the inviting aroma of food that filled the apartment. At the dining table, Eileen sat down before a bowl of warm soup.

"Go ahead and eat. I'll take a shower first," Bryan said, removing his apron. He ran his fingers through her hair, leaned closer, and kissed her forehead.