All Chapters of After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

The whole ride home, the two of them wouldn’t stop bickering.The moment Miles teased him, Nicholas immediately declared he was giving me the brand-new supercar he’d just bought.I refused.Miles held my hand, grinning mischievously. “Why not? Your brother’s loaded. You’d be a fool not to take it.”Nicholas warned sternly, “That car is one of only ten in the world. Don’t go lending it out to anyone, especially not him.”I was already getting a headache.Miles replied coolly, “Who wants it? I drove that kind of junk ten years ago.”Nicholas let out a half-laugh, half-snort. “That car cost 1.5 million! I waited two years for delivery!”Miles let out a noncommittal “Hm.”Nicholas snapped, “Say something! What the hell does ‘hm’ mean?”Lounging comfortably in the seat, Miles finally gave him a lazy glance. “It means… that car’s the only impressive thing you’ve got.”Nicholas practically exploded. “What’s that supposed to mean?! You think you’ve got something better?”Miles pulled out his p

My cheeks flushed, and before I knew it, I was fidgeting shyly.To be honest, at twenty-five I probably shouldn’t be acting like this, but with only fragments of my memory back, I couldn’t help it.The study was softly lit, casting a warm glow around us as we sat curled up together, wrapped in the quiet of the night.Miles gently ran his fingers through my hair, combing it like a brush. His gaze, deep and unwavering, felt like it could pull someone under completely. But he didn’t voice out his thoughts.My heart thudded faster.Late at night, alone with a man like him—it wouldn’t take much for things to spiral out of control, especially since I was still in my thin sleepwear…When he wasn’t looking, I quickly grabbed the oversized shawl draped over the sofa and wrapped it around myself.Miles glanced at me. “Cold?”I nodded quickly. “Y-yeah. A little.”His eyes lingered on my blushing face, unreadable.Then, out of nowhere, he asked, “Eve, does the name Tristian mean anything to you?

I rushed out of the room.Sure enough, the living room was piled with gift boxes from various luxury brands.They were stacked high on the table and the couch.If the living room weren’t so spacious, it would’ve looked completely crowded.The sheer amount of sparkle nearly blinded me.I circled the mountain of boxes, not even sure where to start.Mary stood beside me, smiling brightly. "Go on, open them. Mr. Wynn must’ve picked out all sorts of lovely things for you to choose from."I picked up a blue box. I recognized the logo—it was from a high-end brand.Opening it revealed a diamond-encrusted watch.I gasped.Wasn’t this the Starlight Moon series from that brand?Suddenly, I hesitated to open any more.All the boxes looked ridiculously expensive. Would opening them mean I couldn’t return them?Mary clicked her tongue in admiration. "It’s stunning. Try it on, Miss White."I carefully slid the watch onto my wrist. The clear diamonds against my pale skin looked like they were made for

This guy really didn't make himself clear.I stared at the mountain of gifts, feeling more and more troubled. It just didn’t sit right accepting such expensive things for no real reason—apology or not, it was too much.I told Mary to move all the boxes to a prominent corner of the living room, then picked out that glittering diamond watch and slipped it onto my wrist.I was going all in, hoping Miles would notice it right away. I had no clue if this was me dancing right on his landmine, but I was already committed.Trey’s mention of social media had me, a self-proclaimed fossil, scrambling to open the app. Unsurprisingly, with my small friend list, only Dolly had been posting—pictures of food, drinks, and more food.I messaged her to tell her what happened today.She replied with a hint of envy. "If you don’t want the gifts, I’ll bring a sack and collect them all."I sighed. "I need to return them."Dolly dismissed that instantly. "Return what? Trey’s the kind of rich playboy wh

“Miles!” I called out happily as I walked over to him.He studied my outfit carefully, his gaze soft and lingering in a way I hadn’t seen before—gentle, almost tender.Sarah stepped forward with a smile. “I didn’t expect the emerald necklace I suggested would pair so perfectly with this dress. And Miss White’s aura really brings out the spirit behind the design.”Miles smiled lightly. “Your instincts are always spot on, Sarah. I just followed your advice.”She nodded, pleased. “I think Miss White has a very unique presence. Have you ever considered modeling for Elmwood? You’d be perfect for our brand.”My eyes lit up. “Really?”But Miles answered before I could say more. “She’s not a good fit.”I blinked, caught off guard.With polite firmness, he added, “She’s simply not suited for that. But thank you for the kind offer, Sarah.”I wanted to respond, but Sarah was already nodding in disappointment. “That’s a shame. It’s hard these days to find someone who has both elegance and characte