Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife - Chapter 450

Chapter 450:

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Seeing Bryan’s pride and satisfaction, Eileen couldn’t help but tease him for his childishness.

Catching the subtle curve of her lips, Bryan playfully retorted, “Laughing at me, huh?”

The playful rise in his voice, combined with Eileen’s melodious and soothing response, filled the quiet room.

Suddenly, Eileen felt something sticky on her fingers, unsure of where Bryan had pressed her hand.

Bryan didn’t stop. He raised Eileen’s hand above her head, gripping her sticky fingers firmly.

Instinctively, she tensed and balled her hand into a fist, resisting his hold. She then lifted her leg and thrust her foot against his abdomen, pushing him away with a forceful kick. Groaning, Bryan released her.

Glancing back, she noticed a share transfer agreement on the desk, illuminated by the moonlight. Bryan’s signature was already on the document—only hers was missing.

Before Eileen could react further, Bryan was behind her again, wrapping his arms around her.

“Haven’t you given up yet?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. She caught sight of his sharply defined jawline.

He leaned in, resting his chin on her shoulder. His breath was warm against her earlobe and collarbone.

“How could I give up on my love for you?” he whispered into her ear. “Do you love me?”

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The sensation made Eileen’s ears tingle, sending shivers through her body. The lingering desire within her reignited, but she struggled to maintain her composure. “I love you, but that has nothing to do with this.”

Bryan’s fingers deftly lifted her chin, turning her face toward his. “It is relevant. If you love me, you’ll listen to me.”

He kissed her softly on the lips. His eyes, clear and earnest, conveyed a deep longing for her to affirm her love through her actions.

He kissed her lips once more. “Eileen, I can barely restrain myself. Sign it, and we can move forward.”

His voice was low and raspy, laden with pressing desire.

“Maybe we can continue first?” Eileen whispered, her body responding to the heat between them.

“Sign it, and then you can have what you want,” Bryan urged, his impatience evident. His tongue grazed her delicate collarbone, sending warmth cascading through her.

Her fingers twitched involuntarily.

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