Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 1235:

Phoebe furrowed her brow and asked, “Why does she want to come here?”

Eileen replied, “There might be something she wants to say here.”

Both Eileen and Phoebe then turned their gaze toward Stella in unison.

Jacob’s mother had also arrived. After a brief greeting with Stella, Jacob’s mother leaned in and asked in a low voice, “Are you here for someone in particular, or…?”

“Oh, I brought Eileen along for a little break. She’s always so caught up with business that she rarely attends such events. I’m just worried some people might take the chance to say something bad about her,” Stella said, just as Amoura and Presley were walking toward her.

The two women had nearly reached Stella when they froze at her words, unsure whether to proceed or retreat. Word had spread quickly, and everyone knew who Stella was talking about. Curious eyes began turning their way.

“No wonder the Deleon daughter-in-law looked familiar the last time I saw her. When the news broke this morning, I finally recognized her.”

Seeing that Presley and Amoura hadn’t approached, Stella raised her hand and called out loudly, ensuring no one would miss what she was about to say.

“You all might not know her, but she used to be Bryan’s university teacher.” Stella eyed Presley from head to toe. Presley felt an unease creeping in but managed a polite smile.

“She still had that seductive look about her. Back in college, she used to drive Bryan home often. I never liked her much, and for good reason. Rumors nearly ruined Bryan’s reputation, but I stepped in just in time to prevent a disaster,” Stella said. “I didn’t want to embarrass you, Presley, but the day before you got expelled, you secretly called Bryan for help. What could a student like him possibly do for you? You should have called me instead. After all, I was the one who stepped in. But honestly, even if you had, it wouldn’t have changed much. After all, who could tolerate such terrible behavior?”

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“Mrs. Dawson, you’re being far too harsh. You yourself said they were just rumors, so they shouldn’t be taken seriously. In fact, you owe Presley an apology for that. If not for your interference, she would’ve had a promising future.” Amoura naturally sided with Presley.

Stella was known for her sharp tongue and wasn’t one to be messed with. With a smile, she waved her hand and said, “I’ve found no evidence to support the rumors. I thought I’d misjudged her and wanted to apologize, but now that she’s back… She has married the man she has been living with for over 20 years—the one she claimed was her brother.” Stella’s eyes narrowed. “I think I understand now. There was no misunderstanding after all.” The campus gossip paled in comparison to this shocking revelation: a man and woman who had lived together as siblings for years had become a couple.

Presley’s face turned ashen.

“I want to make one thing clear,” Stella announced, her voice firm. “Eileen is my only granddaughter-in-law. As for the rumors… I refuse to believe Bryan would cheat, but I’m not sure about the claims of someone having feelings for him. My grandson and Eileen are honest people; they’re ignoring this because they don’t want to bother with it, but I won’t stand idly by while my granddaughter-in-law is being bullied…”

As Stella spoke, Phoebe discreetly gave Eileen a reassuring touch on the arm and a subtle thumbs-up. “Bryan’s grandmother is quite a force to be reckoned with,” Phoebe whispered to Eileen, impressed. “She’s really standing up for you.” Eileen just smiled. She knew Stella would defend her to protect the Dawson family’s reputation. That was a given. However, Eileen was well aware of how Stella truly viewed her within the Dawson family. As a result, Eileen’s feelings for Stella were complicated—she couldn’t bring herself to like Stella, but she couldn’t quite hate her, either.noveldrama

Eileen had once felt grateful to Stella, but that gratitude had been shattered when Stella had betrayed her trust before her marriage… Now, all that remained was a lukewarm politeness.

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