Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 1017:

Her heart had been pounding in her chest, ready to leap out of her throat.

She had looked into his eyes and had seen the tenderness there. And just like that, she had fallen for him.

“Dalores, you aborted our child. And now, you’re telling me you love me?” Julio suddenly stood up, gripping the edge of the table. “You think I’m gonna buy that?”

“No, I can explain that!” Dalores scrambled to her feet.

Explain? The baby was gone, and no amount of explaining could change that. Julio’s anger boiled over. “What the hell are you really trying to do here?” he roared.

Dalores opened her mouth, but no words came out.

It was clear Julio didn’t believe her “love” for a second. He didn’t buy that she wanted to marry him because she loved him.

“Get out.” Julio’s voice was ice cold.

Their conversation had been short, but it had left Julio’s mind in a mess.

He grabbed a cigarette from the table and stuck it between his teeth. Dalores was still standing there, frozen. He buzzed his secretary to escort Dalores out. He then turned his back on her, a silhouette against the French windows, the smoke from his cigarette curling in the air.

The secretary quickly arrived. Dalores only had one thing in her mind now: she had to save Emerson.noveldrama

No, she had to not only save Emerson but also make sure that Julio would not fight with her for the custody of Emerson!

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Marrying Julio was the only way. She had to admit, she wanted to marry him mostly for using him.

But Julio had refused her, and her carefully constructed dream had shattered like a soap bubble in the wind. At night, she would always toss and turn, plagued by nightmares of Emerson’s illness.

Even if Emerson was cured, there was still the looming threat of Julio taking him away.

The chances of her keeping Emerson and going away to start a new life were slim.

“Ms. Sampson, I must ask you to leave now.” The secretary’s voice was firm.

Dalores glanced sideways at Julio, his back turned to her, a cold silhouette against the window. He seemed a million miles away.

Before she could utter another word, she was escorted out of the office and then out of the company building. Outside, the blazing sun and a sudden gust of wind left her feeling disoriented. She was in a daze.

Her mind was in a mess, her heart a desolate wasteland.

Bryan practically ordered Eileen to stay in the city overnight. Sure, the gastritis diagnosis was in, but the blood test results were still pending.

He insisted on seeing all the test results before going back to the Vazquez Mansion.

The next morning, Eileen woke up at ten, the sun already high in the sky. Bryan had already prepared breakfast for her.

He couldn’t help but watch as she walked into the room in her silky pajamas. His eyes lingered a little longer than usual. He set aside his work and went to warm up her breakfast.

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