All Chapters of After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

When faced with such a handsome, gentleman saying such earnest words, any woman would’ve melted. I was no exception.My heart started pounding like it had grown an extra one, thumping wildly. "Eve..." Miles leaned closer, his deep eyes narrowing, becoming even more striking and captivating. The air felt laced with sweetness. I stammered, "Just... a... kiss..." Before I could even finish saying "one," his kiss came crashing down like a tidal wave. My breath was swept away. All I could see was his ridiculously good-looking face and the slightly open collar of his shirt... The kiss lasted a long time. When we finally pulled apart, both of us were a little out of breath. I mumbled, "We agreed on just one kiss..." Miles gave a teasing smile. "So that one didn’t count, huh?" He leaned in again. I quickly stopped him. "No more kissing or we’ll be late." He let out a soft laugh and gently ruffled my hair. "Alright, no more kissing." Suddenly, I grabbed him and pla

I studied the bracelet carefully under the soft beam of the phone’s flashlight, examining every inch until my eyes turned red and sore. Only then did I gently place it back in the box. Miles asked, "Why not wear it?" I shook my head. "I’m afraid I’ll break it." As I said that, my cheeks flushed because I remembered exactly what my grandmother told me when she gave me those bracelets. "Sweetheart, this is Grandma’s gift to you for your wedding. It’s been in the family for generations. When the time comes, wear it—it’ll bring you happiness, and a home filled with love and laughter."...Miles watched me tuck the satin-lined box carefully into my bag. He let out a soft chuckle. "I didn’t know you and your grandma were that close. Nicholas never seemed to have that kind of bond with her."I scoffed. "Of course not. He wasn’t my grandma’s sweetheart—I was. He was always a rebellious one. Our parents moved to the city with him really early on." As soon as I finished, I froze, low

I couldn’t remember if I ever actually saw the meteor shower that night.All I knew was that I fell asleep watching the fireworks, wrapped in happiness.In my dream, the boy in the white shirt stepped out from the light again, just like before.I looked at him with surprise and joy.Then, slowly, his face became Miles’.He smiled. "The fireworks you love..."...When I woke up in bed the next morning, there was still a smile on my face.I rubbed my cheeks, and they were sore.The sparkle on my finger snapped me fully awake.The ring.I hadn’t dreamed it.Miles really had fireworks set off all night to celebrate my birthday. He really gave me that gift.I blinked a few times, then carefully polished the diamond ring.It had to be around three carats, but the way it sparkled, it could easily pass for four or five.When I flipped it over for a closer look, I nearly gasped.It was from Cartier and custom-made.I quickly snapped a photo and sent it to Dolly. “Look what I got!”She was at wo

I scrolled through my phone, looking at photo after photo of Chloe in those polished interview features. I had to admit it that I felt a pang of jealousy. Even when I no longer loved Julian, watching my so-called husband publicly shower another woman with attention was still hard to stomach. I shut off my phone, feeling disgusted, and made sure to delete every page I’d viewed. Just then, my phone rang.It was James’s calling. "Miss White, I looked into it. Richard Moore is one of the founding shareholders of Moore Group. He’s apparently a distant relative of the family and had invested in Julian’s father’s company early on." It was just as I thought. No wonder he was stepping in now that Julian and I were getting divorced. James continued, "Richard has considerable influence. He made his fortune early, later moved to the UK, and has been investing abroad since. He rarely returns to the country." That only made me more curious. "Then why insist on meeting me now?" The

I walked over to the corner of the office and found the first aid kit. Then I sat down beside Pierse and quietly began disinfecting the cuts on his face before placing a few band-aids over the worst of them. He didn’t flinch or fight me off.He just sat there and let me patch him up. Seeing that he was still simmering with anger, I poured him a glass of water. "Here. Drink this," I said gently. "And tell me what happened." It took a while before he finally spoke. It turned out that he and the other kid he fought with had never been on good terms. Pierse was good-looking, constantly skipping class to play basketball, and had that kind of bad-boy energy that made half the girls in school swoon. The other boy had a crush on a popular girl from another class, only to find out, after a lot of effort, that she actually liked Pierse. And so, that was how the fight broke out.I sighed. "So, you got into a fight over a girl you don’t even like, just because her admirer couldn’t h