All Chapters of When All Of Me Chose You: She Forgot, He Remembered: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ALYONAThe moment we stepped out of the airport, the crisp Parisian air wrapped around me like a dream. A sleek black limousine waited near the exit, its body gleaming under the soft afternoon sun. I blinked twice, almost certain it had pulled up for someone else.“Is this… for us?” I whispered to Esrael.He chuckled, patting my shoulder. “Welcome to Enamore’s version of travel.”My jaw nearly dropped as the chauffeur in a sharp suit opened the door for us. The interior shimmered with soft gold lights, buttery leather seats, and a faint scent of roses mixed with espresso. Even the air inside smelled expensive—like a life I had never belonged to but was suddenly sitting inside.Alexander and Darcy settled across from us, while Esrael slid in beside me. The door shut, sealing us in quiet luxury. Outside, Paris unfolded like a painting—golden rooftops glowing in the afternoon light, narrow cobblestone streets lined with flowered balconies, cafés buzzing with soft chatter. Every corner se

I turned sharply. Alexander. Standing there, hands in his pockets, that same unreadable expression on his face.“Mr. Hunt,” I said, smoothing my voice. Then I gestured to Matthieu. “This is Matthieu Laurent. He’s been a great help with the show.”Matthieu extended his hand with a charming smile. “Bonjour, nice to meet you, Mr. Hunt. I never got the chance before.”“Hello,” Alexander said simply, shaking Matthieu’s hand. His expression stayed calm, unreadable, but then he looked at me. “Heading somewhere?”I smiled lightly. “Yeah… I’ve finished everything here, so Matthieu and I were just heading out for dinner.”Alexander’s eyes narrowed fractionally. “Dinner?”I nodded, a little surprised at his tone. He looked away for a moment, then back at me. “The work isn’t finished yet.”I blinked. “It’s fine, someone else is handling it. I already checked everything.”“You need to be there,” he said firmly. I opened my mouth to argue, but the firmness in his tone made me hesitate. There was no

ALYONAThe first thing I felt was a dull throb behind my eyes. I pressed my face deeper into the pillow, hoping the pain would fade, but it only grew heavier. The sheet under my cheek felt softer than the one I was used to.I opened my eyes with a groan, and in the next breath, a cold realization hit me. This wasn’t my room. The walls were different, the air felt different—everything was wrong and familiar at the same time. Then it clicked.This was Alexander’s room. My pulse stumbled. I pushed myself upright slowly, blinking as small pieces of last night flickered in my mind—me leaning against him, my tired words slipping out too easily. Nothing came in order. I couldn’t catch anything clear enough to trust, and that terrified me.Before I could gather my thoughts, the bathroom door opened. I looked over without thinking, then nearly forgot how to breathe. Alexander stepped out, towel in hand, as he shook water from his hair. Another towel sat low on his waist, his chest bare. My eye

Something inside me tightens. My chest, my stomach, my mind—it’s all screaming that I’m falling for her. And in that instant, all the careful control I’ve clung to feels fragile, meaningless. She is too alive. Too real. Too… her.The umbrella suddenly opens above me, a sharp reminder of the world outside my thoughts. I glance at my bodyguard, but my eyes immediately return to her. She catches my gaze and tilts her head slightly, raising one hand as if to say, Come join me. But I hesitate. The idea of stepping fully into this moment, into her world, into her joy—feels both irresistible and impossible. I just watched, lost.A few moments pass. The rain pounds harder, plastering her hair to her cheeks, soaking the fabric of her dress, and she laughs softly, a sound that makes my chest ache. Something in me snaps. I grab the umbrella, and I hold it over her, shielding her from the worst of the rain. She looks up at me, shivering slightly, and smiles. “You’re right,” she says, “But I don’t

ALYONAThe next morning came far too quickly. We were all supposed to leave for the airport by noon, and my bags were already packed and checked twice, but my mind wasn’t anywhere near the luggage. I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing Paris, the rain, his smile, and the way he looked at me as if he was seeing something he wasn’t supposed to want. A foolish part of me hoped he might knock on my door before we left and say something, anything, but my phone stayed silent, and the spot in the hallway where the team usually waits for him was completely empty.I tried to convince myself that he might have overslept or been tired, but the truth was, I just needed to see him. So I walked to his room and knocked gently at first. There was no answer. I knocked again, louder this time, but still nothing. A heavy, uneasy feeling crawled up my spine. Alexander never ignored calls and never missed anything. I checked my phone again, saw the two unanswered calls to him, and the