Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 1201:

Presley looked down, pulling the jacket tighter around herself. “Yeah, so please don’t misunderstand,” she said.

“Oh, we didn’t misunderstand anything,” Phoebe sneered. “Your clothes got wet, and Mr. Dawson, being so thoughtful, gave you his jacket, right? Are you planning to give it back now, or will that be an excuse to meet up with him later?” Phoebe was stirring the pot, though her intention wasn’t to drive a wedge between Eileen and Bryan. She simply couldn’t stand seeing Presley act like that.

“The jacket belongs to Jacob,” Bryan clarified. Without another word, he moved to stand next to Eileen. His cool fingers trailed down her arm until he took hold of her wrist.

Suddenly, Eileen leaned forward and tapped Phoebe lightly on the shoulder. “Why don’t you keep those property-splitting ideas to yourself? No need to jump to conclusions. Just handle things sensibly. Presley’s married; she’s just young and a bit bashful. She’s not the type to get involved with someone else’s husband. It’s just a jacket. If it’s dirty, discard it. Don’t let this mess with your relationship with your husband.”

It was clear to everyone that Eileen was subtly hinting that Presley wasn’t exactly a good person. Yet, not a single harsh word had left her lips.noveldrama

Eileen had always heard that Bryan’s wife could handle anything. Today, his old classmates got a firsthand look at what she was capable of.

They craned their necks, trying to get a better look at Eileen. She was dressed in a simple down jacket, with her long black hair neatly combed. Despite the plain clothes, she had a way of making them stand out. She wore no makeup, and her eyes were sincere, genuinely seeming like she was trying to convince Phoebe not to argue with her husband over something trivial. She looked so kind. How could she ever say something mean to anyone?

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However, Phoebe understood well. She knew that Eileen’s tongue could be as sharp as a knife.

“The second I got here, Bryan asked me for my suit jacket. I thought he needed it for himself,” Jacob quickly approached, throwing a sharp look at Bryan.

The moment Jacob walked into the private room, he tossed his suit jacket over the crowd without a second thought. He hadn’t expected Bryan to give it to Presley.

When Jacob saw Presley’s expression darken, he panicked. He wasn’t as cool-headed as Bryan. He quickly said, “Babe, don’t take this the wrong way. If I’d known this jacket was being given to a woman, I wouldn’t have handed it over.”

“Good to hear you got that straight, but we don’t have to get the suit jacket back. Presley used to be a teacher after all, it makes sense you’d help her.” Then Phoebe turned to Presley. “Be sure to throw that jacket away once you’re done with it. We wouldn’t want your husband to get the wrong idea.” Phoebe gave Presley a forced smile, then turned to pinch Jacob’s waist and nudged him out of the room.

Eileen and Bryan stood outside.

Eileen shoved her hands into her pockets, avoiding Bryan’s attempts to hold them. Bryan picked up his jacket from the sofa, draped it over his arm, and then discreetly placed his hand on her elbow, watching her for a sign of reaction.

Eileen kept her hands firmly in her pockets as she watched Phoebe and Jacob squabble outside.

“What brings you here?” Jacob asked.

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