Semua Bab After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: Bab 171 - Bab 180

The next morning, I was getting ready when I got a call from Dolly.Her gossip radar was in full swing. "Eve! Open the video. Hurry, hurry! You have to watch Julian slapping that mistress, Chloe!"I replied weakly, "What’s there to watch?" I’d already seen it all last night.Dolly gasped through the phone. "What? Not worth watching? Are you kidding me? Evelyn White, I’m warning you—watch it now or we’re done being friends!"I gave in with a sigh. "You’d cut me off over this? Fine, I’ll send you the first-row footage."I casually forwarded her the video I’d taken last night.Five minutes later, Dolly’s scream echoed through the call. "Ahhh! That whole scene happened right outside your place?! What the hell were they doing? Acting out some kind of tragic romance?""And wait, Chloe’s pregnant? Since when? Did she sneak in while you were in the hospital and Julian was there too? No... something’s off..."I finished getting ready while she rambled on and said, "I don’t know how Chloe got pr

After getting the audit pass, there wasn't much else to worry about.Just then, Sharon called.Her voice was gentle over the phone. "Eve, are you feeling better?""I'm much better now," I replied.She chuckled. "You must be bored stiff in the hospital. Come hang out at my place. I’ll introduce you to some freelance work. I can’t let you stay idlefor too long."And that was that.Dolly and I drove over to her gallery.Sharon, as always, looked stylish and refined. She wore shimmering tassel earrings that gave her a graceful, alluring charm.I couldn’t help comparing her to Chloe.Chloe had that delicate, sweet look—soft and refined in her own way.But Sharon gave off the vibe of a confident, independent woman. Smart, capable, and still every bit feminine. Both were undeniably attractive in their own right—the kind of women who’d leave a lasting impression. But Sharon had the more dignified air, and her smile was confident and warm.That made me start questioning my brother’s taste.

Trey gave a half-smile. "Oh, maybe I am a little."He ran a hand along his sharp jawline, eyes fixed on me. "But what can I do if I just can’t help myself?"He suddenly leaned in, and I sucked in a breath as he backed me up against the wall.His striking face loomed close, and that damned cologne hit me straight in the nose.I held my breath, as if even breathing might encourage this man who was clearly committed to being a menace.Trey stared at me for a long moment, then suddenly broke into a lazy smile."You’re really something, you know that? The more I talk to you, the more intrigued I get."I shot him a glare. "If you’re here to buy a painting, then pick one yourself. I don’t know anything about art. I’m heading upstairs."I turned to leave the studio.It was just the two of us in there—alone, behind closed doors. This was not exactly the safest setup."Hold on!" Trey called out.I looked back. He picked up a painting and was examining it closely."Since you're working part-tim

I cautiously broke the silence. “We're going for fine dining... at...” I gave him the name of the place.Miles’ voice came through, cold as ever. “Fine dining? Is that place really that good?”I was speechless.One second later, his voice dropped to freezing. “I’ll see you there in twenty minutes. Trey, you’d better behave.”Then he hung up.A strange silence settled in the car.Trey kept driving, his expression unreadable—somewhere between amused and indifferent. I couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or entertained.I ventured carefully, “Maybe your brother’s just in a bad mood today.”Trey turned the wheel with a light laugh. “Him? It’d be a miracle if he even has moods.”“Why?”He whistled. “He barely has emotions to begin with. I always say he’s basically a money-making robot.”A robot? I was speechless. These two brothers clearly didn’t have the warmest impression of each other....Before long, we arrived at the restaurant.Just as we parked, an attendant was already waiting b

I was completely frozen. My brain had short-circuited. The more I tried to explain, the worse it got.Trey, ever so helpful, chimed in dryly, “What she means is, she doesn’t need your money. Bro, you’re dating her, and she still doesn’t think you’re essential.”“Shut up!” I snapped, completely losing it. “Say one more word and I’m never selling you another painting!”The moment the words left my mouth, I realized how empty that threat sounded. Yeah, that wasn’t exactly intimidating.Thankfully, Trey finally decided to quit messing with me.He grinned. “Alright, bro, I’m out. I’ll leave you two lovebirds to talk it out.”And with a tilt of his head, he slipped out of the room.Now the spacious private room felt too quiet—with just me and Miles left.He looked at me with that deep, unreadable gaze. “Now that he’s gone, you can speak freely.”I let out a helpless laugh. “You totally got played by that jerk Trey. He’s full of it. He was just being a troll.”Miles looked half amused. “