All Chapters of My Contracted Husband, The Heartless CEO has Amnesia?!: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter 122CELESTE The boys had finally gone to bed after what felt like days. the boys had been relentless this time around, asking for more story requests. And also their favourite excuse of I need water. Normally, before, I would be amused at their blantant delaying tactics and find it amusing, but not tonight. Tonight, it felt like torture as I felt ready to explode. I was anxious, and terribly so, because I knew that Xenois wanted to talk to me, and from the look on his face, I knew that it must about something important, although I had no idea what it could be.Whatever it was, the anticipation was killing me.I'd seen it in his eyes during dinner—that look of someone that was trying to prepare themselves for a difficult conversation. He'd been present with the boys, playing and laughing and doing all the dad things he'd gotten so good at, but underneath I could feel his tension that was radiating off him, how he avoided my eyes when I looked at him. Whatever he needed to disc

Chapter 124CELESTE "Thank you for coming," I said, ushering him inside. "He's upstairs. The headache seems to have plateaued but it's still severe.""Let's take a look," he said, following me up to the bedroom.Xenois had managed to sit up slightly, though he still looked like he was in considerable pain. Dr. Morrison approached professionally, setting down his bag and pulling out a small flashlight."Mr. Kingston, I'm going to do a quick neurological exam. I need you to follow this light with your eyes without moving your head, alright?"Xenois nodded minimally and did as instructed. I watched anxiously as Dr. Morrison checked his pupil reactions, his reflexes, his ability to track movement. He asked questions about the pain—where it was located, when it started, if anything triggered it."And you said you've been having some memory returns?" Dr. Morrison asked, making notes on a tablet he'd pulled from his bag."Yes," Xenois said carefully. "Flashes of my life before the accident.

Chapter 126SLOANEI watched Dmitri carefully lift Tommy from the backseat of the SUV, the kid still completely knocked out despite the jostling. His phone had slipped from his good hand and was dangling by its cord, some racing game still running on the screen with a "Game Over" message flashing."Out cold," I observed, reaching to grab Tommy's bag from the trunk while Dmitri adjusted his hold on the sleeping teenager. "The painkillers they sent him home with must be strong.""Probably that combined with actual exhaustion," Dmitri replied, shifting Tommy's weight so the kid's injured shoulder wasn't compressed. "He's been putting on a brave face all week, but I know he hasn't been sleeping well at the hospital. Too many unfamiliar sounds, nurses checking on him constantly."I hit the button to close the garage door behind us, watching as the heavy steel descended with a reassuring thunk. The new house—our new house, I was still getting used to thinking of it that way—had top-of-the-l

Chapter 128SLOANE I showed the message to Dmitri, who rolled his eyes. "Of course he's downplaying it."I typed back: *Nosebleeds and 9/10 pain isn't 'just a bad headache.' We're coming by later to check on you.*His response came quickly: *Not necessary. I'm medicated and resting. Focus on getting Tommy settled.**Tommy's settled and sleeping. We'll see you at 3.*There was a longer pause before his next message: *Fine. But I'm telling you, I'm fine. Celeste is already hovering enough for all of us.*I smiled at that. Good. Celeste should be hovering. Someone needed to make sure Xenois took this seriously and didn't try to push through like he had nothing wrong with him."He's trying to act like it's no big deal," I told Dmitri, showing him the exchange."Typical," Dmitri said. "He's spent so many years projecting invincibility that he doesn't know how to be vulnerable, even when his brain is literally causing him severe pain.""The old Xen

Chapter 130XENOIS The silence in my head was unsettling.I'd gotten used to old Xenois's constant commentary over the past week—the observations, the criticisms, the unwanted insights into people's body language and tactical vulnerabilities. But since the migraine three days ago, since that nosebleed that had terrified Celeste so badly she'd called for an emergency doctor visit, he'd been quiet.Completely, utterly quiet.The brain scan had come back clean. No bleeding, no swelling, no structural damage that would explain the severity of the headache. Dr. Morrison had seemed relieved, as had Dmitri and Sloane when I'd told them the results. Celeste had actually cried—quiet tears of relief that she'd tried to hide in the bathroom, but I'd heard them anyway."Just a severe migraine," Dr. Morrison had said. "Likely triggered by stress and the cognitive load of recovering memories. Keep taking the preventative medication, manage your stress levels, and call me