Semua Bab After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: Bab 341 - Bab 350

Tina froze, then stared at Trey’s feet and shrieked, “You came in without changing your shoes?!”I glanced down and noticed that Trey was wearing the slippers he had switched into in the living room.Seriously? Even that wasn’t acceptable?Startled by her scream, Trey instinctively took a few steps back.Tina hurriedly grabbed a mop and scrubbed every inch of floor he had stepped on, then pulled out a disinfecting wipe and crouched down to furiously clean the same area by hand.Trey and I exchanged a mortified look.This might have been the first time in his life someone treated him like a walking health hazard.His face shifted from confused to offended, and though he looked like he wanted to storm off, his pride held him in place at the door.After cleaning, Tina whipped out a bottle of disinfectant spray and aimed it directly at him.That was Trey’s limit. “What the hell are you doing?! Do you know how expensive this outfit is? It’s custom-made! If you ruin it, you can’t afford to p

The man didn’t say a word, but silence, in this case, was as good as confirmation.Now it was my turn to be surprised.The Wynn family already knew? Just how well-connected were the rich, and where exactly did their information come from?Miles looked at him coolly. “Go back and tell her that Trey is going through with the business alliance through marriage with the Reeds. She can stop worrying.”The man froze, then forced a bitter smile. “Mr. Wynn, surely you know what Mrs. Wynn really wants…”Before he could finish, Miles had already led me into the elevator.The doors slowly closed, and I caught a final glimpse of the three men standing there, helpless and stuck.They had clearly come on orders, but Miles simply chose not to play along.I stole a glance at his profile. It was flawless and refined, but at the moment, cold as stone.It hit me then that this man had a side that could be ruthlessly unyielding.…The night passed quietly.By the time I woke up the next morning, Miles w

Chloe’s expression instantly turned sorrowful. “Julian, do you really hate me that much now?”Her voice trembled as if she were on the verge of tears.Julian quickly masked the irritation in his eyes. He sat down on the couch, his expression distant and composed. “Don’t cry. I don’t hate you. I just… need some time alone to sort things out.”Seeing that his tone had softened, Chloe discreetly wiped away the nonexistent tears from the corners of her eyes.She reached into her bag and pulled out a thermal container, her smile warm and gentle. “Julian, I know your appetite hasn’t been great lately. I made your favorite soup. Just try a little.”She poured a bowl and placed it in front of him.Julian stared at the familiar dish, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes.Chloe watched his face closely, a flash of bitterness flickering beneath her docile expression.Lowering her gaze, she said softly, “Julian, I know you can’t let go of Miss White. But it’s okay, I unders

Trey messaged me with a smug tone: "See, this is what you don’t get. Julian and Chloe were at their 'closest' when you were causing the most chaos. "The moment you stepped back, he finally saw Chloe for what she really was—ordinary. Maybe even less than that. This is just classic male behavior."I stared at the screen, unimpressed.Me: "That sounds... so gross."He immediately replied: "Julian is gross. But hey, not all men are like that. My brother isn’t. I’m not, either."Me: "Your brother isn’t. You? Jury’s still out. So, what are you going to do about Chloe? Planning to reveal who you really are?"I watched the little typing dots flicker on and off for a while before the message finally came through.Trey: "Of course not, not yet. Relax, Evelyn. I’ll make sure you get your satisfaction. Just give it a little time."Me: "Don’t go too far. Chloe’s pitiful in her own way."He shot back: "Pitiful? Please tell me you’re not getting soft on me. I’ll be genuinely concerned."Me: "It’s no

I remembered how, back then, Julian only bought me things after I threw a fit—his way of pacifying me when I pushed too hard.But this…There was no comparison.I finally understood what my brother meant when he said, “Go spoil yourself a little.”Smiling sweetly into the phone, I said, “Okay. Next time, you can spoil me, Miles.”He sounded pleased. “Today’s selfie was beautiful, by the way.”After the call ended, Dolly clicked her tongue dramatically beside me. “You look so happy. I heard the whole thing! Mr. CEO’s in full sugar daddy mode, buying you everything under the sun!”I flushed. “Your ears are way too sharp.”Dolly hoisted the shopping bags like a warrior returning from battle. “Let’s go. What a fantastic day! I’m high on luxury!”...The day I got discharged and walked back into my apartment, I nearly thought I had stepped into the wrong home.Gone were the stark blacks, whites, and grays. In their place was a charming Southern aesthetic—warm tones, soft textures, leafy gr