บททั้งหมดของ After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Don’t talk about your brother like that.”Pierse’s eyes lit up. “Wait, does that mean you still like him?”But the second he saw my expression darken, he immediately shut his mouth.I said flatly, “From now on, stay out of things between me and your brother. Just focus on your studies.”He was in his last year of middle school—about to start high school soon.Since I had lost my memories, I had no idea how well he was doing academically. But considering how often he showed up at the hospital, I had a feeling that he wasn’t doing too well.Sure enough, Pierse scowled. “Don’t even bring up school. Things are a mess at home. No one cares what I do, and honestly, I can’t focus on studying right now.”Something in my chest tightened.I asked cautiously, “Is something going on with the Moore family?”He glanced at me, hesitating.I immediately understood. “My brother’s making trouble for your family, isn’t he?”Pierse nodded.A pang of sympathy hit me.The Moor

I had to admit that Miles had an incredible body.He was the kind of man who looked lean in clothes but was anything but underneath.And it wasn’t the overly bulky, aggressive kind of muscle—every inch of him was sculpted to perfection. Defined, proportional, and built like a work of art.Honestly, the first time I saw Michelangelo’s Apollo sculpture as a kid, it probably looked something like this, except Miles had the refined elegance of his heritage woven into his form, giving his physique an even more effortless grace.How did I know all this?Because I was staring shamelessly.And to make matters worse—I was drooling.Miles had already shed his suit jacket. Now, he was unbuttoning his shirt.I was horrified and humiliated.But I could not look away.The moment he slipped the fabric off his shoulders, exposing smooth, defined muscle, he reached down—taking off his shoes next.Then his fingers landed on his waistband.My brain short-circuited.“STOP!” I shouted.Miles froze.My eyes

Miles thought for a moment before answering, "A woman." I grinned. "I figured the person hosting a private art exhibition would be a woman. Is she pretty? Is my brother going?" Miles looked momentarily caught off guard by my barrage of questions. He chuckled. "Alright, to be honest, I don’t actually know her that well. Your brother is the one who knows her, and he pulled me along. I figured you must be bored, so I asked Dr. Reed for permission to take you out." He glanced at my leg. "Dr. Reed said your leg is fine as long as you don’t overexert yourself." I nodded eagerly. "I can do it. I’m fine. Just give me a cane, and I can walk on my own." Miles couldn’t help but laugh at my enthusiasm. "Silly girl." I was too curious to let it go. "So, is she my brother’s old classmate or yours? And is she pretty? Does my brother like her?" Miles sighed in defeat and smiled helplessly. "Alright, alright. She’s your brother’s old classmate, not mine. And… it seems like she has a th

My gossip-loving heart was burning with curiosity, but this wasn’t the right occasion to pry too much. After eating until I was about seventy or eighty percent full, I asked, "Why isn’t my brother here yet?" Sharon’s expression stiffened for a brief moment before she quickly smiled. "He said he had to work late tonight, but he should be on his way soon." After saying that, she glanced at Miles with a look of silent pleading. Miles caught on immediately, smiling knowingly as he picked up his phone. "I’ll give him a little push." A few minutes later, he returned and said, "Nicholas is on his way. He’ll be here in ten minutes." I saw Sharon let out a long sigh of relief. Now I was even more puzzled. Did my brother really not like Sharon? But she clearly liked him a lot. Since when did my brother become so picky? As soon as she heard he was coming, Sharon seemed to come alive with newfound energy, her whole demeanor bright and spirited. She became even more attentive to

"Everyone, make yourselves comfortable. The view here is great, and the air is refreshing. “This will be the new gallery space I’ve leased. If you find any paintings you like, feel free to choose. I also represent several well-known western artists…" Sharon seamlessly shifted into business mode. More and more guests arrived. The terrace on the third floor wasn’t particularly large, but it could still accommodate a dozen or so people drinking and chatting together. Miles and I had claimed the best spot—it was elevated by two extra steps, giving us a naturally superior vantage point over the rest of the space. I curiously observed the guests Sharon had invited. They all looked like people of wealth and status. I couldn’t help but sigh. "Miss York is really good at business. She knows how to entertain well." Miles suddenly remarked, "Maybe that’s exactly why your brother isn’t interested in her." I was stunned for a moment before following his gaze. Sure enough, my brot