Lahat ng Kabanata ng After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: Kabanata 351 - Kabanata 360

Marsha took a delicate sip of her wine, maintaining her usual poise. "He’s currently working on a project worth over hundred million with a firm in the capital. He probably won’t be joining us for dinner tonight."After saying that, she turned to reassure Linda. "Don’t worry. Once he wraps up this project, I’ll have him take you on a trip abroad. You mentioned liking skiing, didn’t you? Let him take you to Swissland."Linda smiled politely. "That sounds wonderful... but maybe not. By then I’ll likely be back in school."Marsha asked casually, "Which school?"Linda answered, "Highridge University. I’m applying to the philosophy program. It’s quite well regarded. I’m planning to do a two-year postgraduate course."Marsha glanced at the hopeful shine in the girl’s eyes, and for once, she swallowed back the phrase, "There’s no point in a girl studying so much."Instead, she smiled, rising to her feet. "You take your time eating, dear. I need to make a quick call."With that, she graceful

The voice on the other end waited for a response that didn’t come.Eventually, he spoke again, colder than before. “Think it over. That’s all.”Marsha suddenly called out, “Wait!”“What.”She hesitated for a long moment before finally asking, “Are you certain about the one billion?”His tone turned sharp, clipped with impatience. “Have your butler check if you don’t believe me. I don’t owe you an explanation for something so trivial. Anything else?”Marsha let out a scoff. “When are you coming back?”“That’s none of your business. I’ll let you know if and when I return.”With that, the call ended.She stared at the darkened screen, a flicker of rage flashing through her eyes.The butler stood by cautiously. “Madam, any further instructions?”Marsha gazed thoughtfully at the faded garden wall, then said, “Have someone order another batch of roses tomorrow. Imported, the good kind. Replant everything.”The butler nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”“Wait,” she said sharply. “Also send some rose saplin

"You!" My brother was fuming. "It’s just one small favor. Why won’t you help your brother?"I replied, "I will, but I don’t even know why you’re buying jewelry. You’ve never bought anything like this before. Tell me, are you giving it to your girlfriend?"Wait, no, you don’t even have a girlfriend! Did you fall for someone behind Sharon’s back?"I fired off question after question.My brother was the textbook definition of a no-nonsense guy—practical to the core, like he was made of bricks and bolts. Growing up, the only time he ever bought anything remotely feminine was when it was a gift for me. He never did it for any other woman.Something was definitely up. He was speechless on the other end of the line.After a while, he said helplessly, "Be good and help your brother get this jewelry. I need it."I guessed, "Is it for Sharon? If not, I’m not helping you bid."There was a long silence before he reluctantly admitted, "Yes, it’s for her."I was both surprised and thrilled. "You’

Miles tried to comfort me. “If it’s really bothering you, I’ll ask her about it sometime.”That only made me more conflicted. “Maybe don’t. What if she thinks I’m petty for even bringing it up? Wouldn’t that make things worse?”Miles chuckled and shook his head. “And what do you think this is, if not being petty? If it’s eating at you that much, send her something in return.”“What should I give her?” I asked.He thought seriously for a second, then shook his head. “I have no idea.”“You don’t know?” I stared at him, incredulous. “You don’t even know what your own mom likes?”Miles gave me a look, half amused, half helpless. “She probably just wants me to find a wife she approves of. Other than that, there’s nothing she doesn’t already have.”Right. That was definitely above my pay grade.I sighed, feeling deflated.Miles reached out and ruffled my hair. “Don’t overthink it. I brought you here to see the house, not to stress you out.”We stood together on the balcony, watching the work

His serious face hovered over mine as his ten fingers pinched and pulled at my cheeks, stretching them into every ridiculous shape imaginable.“Mmph... What jealousy... I’m not... I’m not jealous. Why would I even be— Ow! That hurts!”I yelped, “Miles Wynn, stop it! Why should I be jealous? Mmph... why—”He narrowed his eyes, and behind the lenses, those deep irises took on a dangerous gleam.“Oh? You really don’t know? Seems I’ve been spoiling you too much.”He leaned in. “Time for a little lesson.”I panicked. “W-What lesson? You—hey, I’m warning you, don’t do anything crazy, this is—mmph!”Miles’s lips curled into a wicked smile, enough to send a chill down my spine.My heart skipped a beat as his face loomed closer. The next second, he grabbed my waist with one hand, then…“Ow!” I cried out as he bit down on the side of my neck.I shoved him off and frantically pulled out my compact mirror to check.Sure enough, a glaring red mark stood out against my pale skin.I glared at him. “A