After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO
Miles calmly gathered up his tie, looped it around his neck again, and walked toward me as if nothing had happened.
While adjusting the fabric at his collar, he looked me dead in the eyes and asked, as if making casual conversation, “Eve, are you alright?”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
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Back on the hospital bed, I lay there quietly this time.
I didn’t talk or cry.
I kept everything bottled up.
Miles sat beside me, calmly peeling an apple while listening to the doctor’s report.
“Mr. Wynn, Miss White’s injuries are mostly superficial—just scrapes. The main issue is the nasal bleeding. We did a CT scan, and we’ll schedule an MRI tomorrow. It’s likely caused by ruptured capillaries
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