Semua Bab After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: Bab 271 - Bab 280

Seated beside her were a few elegantly dressed society ladies, all chatting enthusiastically.Marsha, a true Southern belle, carried herself with timeless grace. Around her neck was a strand of rich emeralds, and a matching bracelet encircled her delicate wrist—both pieces gleaming with quiet luxury and unmistakable pedigree.I instinctively glanced at the necklace I was wearing.So, this was what it meant to radiate wealth and status.That set alone must’ve been worth millions. No matter her looks or attire, the sheer weight of that jewelry could outshine every socialite in the city.Miles led me forward.The room quieted almost instantly, and dozens of eyes turned in our direction.My nerves, oddly, faded. Or maybe I was so tense I’d gone numb.Marsha gave me the briefest glance before deliberately shifting her gaze away, as if I wasn’t worth a second look.She stood with an elegant smile and walked over to Miles, her movements poised and fluid.“Miles, you’re here,” she said warml

The girl pouted when Miles didn’t hug her back. “Mice, aren’t you happy to see me?” Miles replied calmly, “I am. I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me you were coming.” She beamed. “Because I wanted to surprise you!” Her smile bloomed like spring. “Aren’t you surprised?” I couldn’t tell what Miles was feeling, only that he clearly didn’t want to keep the conversation going. He replied flatly, “Very surprised.” She finally seemed to pick up on his tone and frowned. “You don’t seem very happy.” Still composed, Miles answered, “Not at all. I’m fine. But you’re underdressed—why don’t you go put on something warmer?” Only then did the girl seem to realize how little she was wearing. She laughed. “It’s fine, I’m used to it… ah-choo—” She sneezed again an again. Without a word, Miles pulled me a few steps farther away. She looked up and, for the first time, noticed me. Curious, she tilted her head and studied me. “Mice, who’s this lady?” She stepped closer

The Wynns had always been a model of discipline—an old-money family known for its spotless reputation, untouched by scandal.So, it was almost unthinkable that someone like her had managed to sink her claws into the next generation.No wonder the hostess hadn’t wanted to face the guests tonight.…Upstairs on the second floor of the Wynn estate, Marsha stood with her jaw tight, locked in a transatlantic phone call.The call was from Ronald himself. The moment the incident had happened, the ever-efficient house steward had already reported it across the globe.His voice came through the line, cold and clipped.“What are you going to do about this?”Marsha spoke slowly, without panic. “Ronald, your son’s the one acting out of line. Why are you calling me instead of chewing him out?”Ronald’s tone stayed icy. “You have five minutes. Start explaining.”She remained composed. “There’s nothing to explain. That woman is not coming into this family—divorced or not. "And let’s be clear, she ha

I let out a sigh, defeated and resigned.At last, my hair was dry and the night had grown late, yet Miles still hadn’t returned to the guest room. I changed into my pajamas, hugged my comforter, and looked at him.He looked calm. “I’m sleeping here tonight.”I was speechless.After a long silence, I mumbled, “I’m not a kid anymore. You’re not going to try anything in the middle of the night, are you?”“No,” he replied simply.Then he grabbed a pillow and set it down—at the foot of the bed, as if to prove his point.I exhaled. “How childish.”Miles suddenly gave me a smile. “Until you’re truly free, I won’t touch you.”I muttered, “Feels like there’s no point in holding back, is there?”Miles sat up, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at me. “And what exactly do you mean by that?…”I caught sight of his half-unbuttoned collar and quickly lay down, shutting my eyes. “Nothing. I didn’t mean anything. I’m just tired. I’m going to sleep.”I turned off the light.A moment later, I felt M

He looked at me and asked, "What’s the plan for today?"I thought for a moment. "Go to the hospital for a check-up, then head to school."I showed him the class schedule on my phone.Miles frowned slightly. "The new semester doesn’t start for a few more days. Why go so early?""I want to get the reading list from my advisor and start studying on my own."Miles nodded approvingly. There was a trace of relief in his eyes—after what happened last night, he’d been worried I might be thinking of something else. That was probably why he insisted on staying with me the whole night.After breakfast, he told me, "Don’t worry. I’ve got everything under control."Then he left the house in high spirits.As soon as he was gone, I let out a long breath. I didn’t have the appetite to touch the remaining food. I sat quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the traffic and bustle below. The world was so busy, yet I felt like a useless failure that everyone resented.This couldn’t go on.Ho