All Chapters of The Disabled Billionaire Is Obsessed With Me : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Xander "The memory loss you're experiencing is likely due to hypoxia," the doctor explained, flipping through the chart. "During your surgery, Succinylcholine was administered by mistake. And your body didn’t metabolize it as quickly as expected, which caused a prolonged reaction. This led to respiratory distress, and for a short period, your brain wasn’t getting enough oxygen." “When the brain is deprived of oxygen, even briefly, it can affect cognitive function, especially memory, that’s likely why you're struggling to recall certain things. For some patients, these effects are temporary, and memory gradually returns. But in other cases, the damage can be more long-term.” "In your case,” the doctor added, “it seems the hypoxia affected the part of your brain responsible for storing recent memories. Your long-term memory is intact, but your brain couldn’t properly consolidate events from the past two years. This is why you can remember everything before that period but nothing af

Xander I let my gaze sweep over the room. They were all still frozen, their shock was obvious. But Ginna and Nathan—ah, their expressions were priceless. I couldn’t tell what rattled them more: the fact that I was alive or the fact that I was walking. I almost scoffed. Pathetic. Last night, they sent someone to kill me. They were so predictable. I had expected as much when I heard the conference was scheduled for today. People like them were easy to read. What irritated me wasn’t that they tried, it was who they sent. A careless, sloppy killer who couldn't even do his job right. I nearly fell asleep waiting for him to make his move. And when he did… well, let’s just say he wouldn’t be making that mistake again. Not in this lifetime, or the next. I exhaled, bored already. “You’re all an eyesore. Sit. Now.” They scrambled to obey, stiff and uneasy. I leaned back, watching them shift uncomfortably. They looked like they’d rather be anywhere but here. Well, they walked in with thei

Twelve years later Xander "The Winters Corporation is now one of the most powerful and influential companies in the world. Over the past twelve years, under the leadership of Xander Winters, the company has not only expanded but has gained control over major industries, shaping global markets with its advancements. With its dominance in technology, finance, and infrastructure, it is no exaggeration to say that Winters Corporation holds a significant stake in the world's economy. And now, after twelve years in London, the man behind it all, President Xander Winters, is returning to the country." The news anchor's voice faded into the background as I turned another page of the document in my hands. "Sir, is everything okay? Do you need anything else?" I didn't look up. "No." The flight attendant nodded politely. "If you need anything, please call." As she walked away, I finally leaned back against my seat, removing my glasses and rubbing my temples. Through the small window, the

Xander I watched as she slipped on the gloves, her movements precise. She draped a blanket over Kelly’s lower half, shielding her as she prepared for the delivery. And somehow, I was still here. I could have left a while ago, but this woman had manipulated me into staying. And worse—I let her. I exhaled sharply, pressing my fingers against my temple. The dull ache in my head pulsed again. "Huh, is your head hurting?" Her voice was light, almost casual, but she didn’t even glance at me. Her attention remained on Kelly, adjusting her position to make her as comfortable as possible. I raised an eyebrow. Why was she asking? As if she could hear my unspoken question, she looked up and grinned. “Don’t look at me so suspiciously. I’m not a bad person.” I almost chuckled. Was she seriously telling me not to be wary of her? Because that was exactly what she meant. If only she knew who she was talking to or treating like this, she wouldn't say that. Luke, kneeling nearby, asked. "You'

Xander "Who are you?" My voice was low, but the grip I had on her waist tightened. Her light brown eyes blinked up at me, wide and unreadable. The prettiest damn shade I’d ever seen. And I wasn’t the type of man to lose his head over a woman’s looks, but there was something about her. Everything about her felt too damn familiar. Her scent. Her voice. The way she looked at me like she knew something I didn’t. I had never met her before. I was sure of it. So why did my body seem to remember her….to want her? She wet her lips, and my gaze dropped before I could stop it. And it was a terrible mistake. Because for the first time in my life, I had the urge—the insane urge, to know how she tasted. The thought hit me so hard it nearly knocked me out of my own body. I had never once in my life lost control like this. Never once let a woman get under my skin. She gasped, snapping me out of it. Her eyes widened. "Oh my God." I frowned. "What?" She stared at me, then let out another dra