Semua Bab After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: Bab 421 - Bab 430

Back in the car, I was still lost in thought about that question.I didn’t notice the way Miles’ expression was growing darker by the second.His voice was low, almost too calm. "You're thinking about Julian, aren't you?"Snapping out of it, I turned to see his eyes fixed on me.Feeling guilty, I mumbled, "I’m not thinking about him. I just... found it strange. Where would he even go?"The moment the words left my mouth, I saw his expression tighten even more.Damn. That came out wrong.I rushed to explain, "Don’t you think it’s weird he suddenly disappeared like that?"Miles’ voice dropped further, clearly annoyed. "Not weird. What’s weird is that you’re only thinking about it now."Oof. He was really mad.I inched closer to him, trying to smile. "It’s not like I miss him or anything. I just... just..."He stared at me like a husband interrogating a cheating wife. I couldn’t finish my sentence.The tension was suffocating. Any excuse I’d thought of instantly crumbled under his gaze.A

I stood there, completely stunned.For a second, I thought I must’ve misheard her. I stared at Chloe, wide-eyed."You... what did you just say?"That familiar arrogance finally returned to her face.She let out a cold laugh. "Forget it if you’re not going to help."With that, she turned to walk away.I hesitated for a couple of seconds before calling after her."How much do you need?"Chloe actually paused, then hesitated for a long moment before muttering, "Two hundred thousand dollars?""What?" I was stunned all over again.Her expression twisted in frustration. "Don’t you drop that act. One of your designer bags costs more than that! And don’t patronize me, Evelyn. “If you’re not going to help, fine—but don’t act like I’m the one out of line. You rich people are all the same—stingy and self-righteous. I can’t stand people like you."My brain couldn’t even catch up. The way she just demanded money like it was nothing left me reeling.I couldn’t quite figure out how to respond. But l

I froze for a moment.The guard quickly jogged back to the security booth and returned with an enormous bouquet of flowers and a beautifully wrapped gift box."Miss White, a gentleman specifically asked us to deliver this to you."The bouquet and the box were so large, the poor guard was red in the face from the effort.I took the gift box, and as I did, a small card slipped off the top.One glance at the message, and the color drained from my face.Miles’ eyes flicked to it, sharp as a blade.The words on the card read:"Returning the memories to you. Wishing you happiness forever."He didn’t need to ask. One look at my expression and he already knew who it was from.After thanking the guard, Miles drove the car into a parking space and turned off the engine.The moment he opened his door, I snapped out of my daze."Out," he said gently, extending his hand toward me.I tried to force a smile. "Miles, this is..."But before I could finish, tears welled up out of nowhere—hot, sudden, an

Mary’s words stunned both Dolly and me into silence.Dolly recovered first, her expression softening as she gently wrapped her arms around Mary. "Oh, Mary... you really went through hell."Then she turned to me, her voice firmer again. "But Eve, you can’t let yourself spiral again. You worked so hard to crawl out of that mess. As your best friend, there’s no way I’m going to stand by and watch you fall back in."She grabbed the car keys and jerked her chin toward the door. "Come on. Let’s go."I hesitated for a couple of seconds, but in the end, I followed her.Half an hour later, we arrived at a quiet, isolated beach.The sun was sinking into the horizon, casting streaks of gold and crimson across the water. The sea shimmered with soft, glowing light.For the first time in days, I noticed how beautiful the world still was. The tight knot in my chest loosened, just a little.Dolly hauled a metal bucket out of the trunk and set it down in the sand.I watched her in confusion as she che

Miles gave a small nod.I glanced at him, puzzled. Marsha’s reaction seemed unusually emotional.Had she never received a gift from her own son before?That didn’t sound right, but before I could finish the thought, she stood up and crossed the room to him.Her eyes shimmered with tears. “You haven’t... you haven’t given me a gift since you were five.”Miles’s gaze softened. “I know. I’m sorry, Mom.”Marsha choked up, her voice thick with emotion. “It’s okay. It’s okay. No, it was my fault. I’m just... I’m really happy.”I quickly added, “Mrs. Wynn, Miles actually stayed up all night tweaking the design. Miss Care only consulted on the color palette.”Marsha’s hands trembled as she touched the fabric. Then something seemed to click. “Oh, my birthday is next week. Is this... is this an early birthday present?”Typical Marsha. She was quick on the uptake.I smiled and nodded. “Exactly. We had to send it early in case the tailoring needed adjustments. If anything feels off, we can still h