All Chapters of After Divorce, I Became A Multi-Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“What is wrong with Erin's granddaughter?” Mac questioned his grandson, Malcolm, as he stood impatiently in the private living room on the top floor, his eyes twitching with suppressed worry about what was going on. “Zoe is doing fine,” Malcolm answered sharply, hoping in his heart that she had not too much impression that something was truly wrong with her. “She asked who her grandmother was. Like she didn't remember her or something,” Mac mentioned, just in case Malcolm had no idea what he was talking about. “She has gone through so much these days. Pretending that her pain doesn't exist is her coping mechanism. I hope you understand,” Malcolm defended instantly, his voice low and convincing, in such a way that his grandfather would not go back and forth about the issue. “Is there something like that?” Mac muttered to himself with heavy contemplation, not seeming impressed by what he was hearing. “Why have you come to see us, grandfather? It is unlike you,” Malcolm questioned i

“Why do I have to do this?” Zoe questioned her grandfather on the phone after Gary came to the Meyers mansion, and put him on for her. “There is no time, Zoe!” He snapped angrily, hating that he had to explain himself to her when he wanted to save her ass from being canceled, “Leave with him now and do what is required. Else, your life might be over if people find out that you are mentally unwell!” Those were the very short words she had in a conversation with her grandfather, in the early hours of the morning, when she demanded to know why she was being asked to suddenly leave the country together with Malcolm. The news of her losing her mind had taken over the internet, and the front of the major company, other subsidiaries, and the Sinclair mansion were swarming with reporters, wanting to know the validity of such news and if she was indeed crazy. However, the fastest solution that Francis could think of was for her to go with Malcolm in his private jet to Canada as fast as poss

Zoe stayed in the bedroom of the suite the entire time till evening, while Malcolm left with Edward for some business around, and returned late in the evening to see Zoe a little busy with some work too. A little uncomfortable by their silence, he ordered dinner to be brought in later, so that both of them could eat together at the same table.“Why are you not eating?” Malcolm noticed the entire time they started eating, that Zoe found it hard to stomach more than five spoons. “I do not have an appetite,” she answered him, suddenly feeling suffocated when she realized that his heavy gaze was on her. “You haven't eaten anything since I left. Aren't you famished?” He questioned, his questioning eyes gazing at her as his forehead wrinkled in surprise. “It doesn't matter how famished I am. I still cannot eat even if I want,” she picked up a glass of water and drank a little from it. “Since when has it started?” Malcolm questioned, his face wrinkling in worry about her. “That means yo

Zoe had been sitting in front of the dresser in the suite for many minutes, carefully rubbing a night lotion into her face in bits, her mind drifting into random thoughts that were quite hazy in her mind. Through the mirror, her eyes traveled beyond focusing on her image as it landed on Malcolm, who was sitting comfortably on the couch, seemingly busy with work, his eyes fixed on the tablet that was placed on his lips. Her mind went back in time to almost an hour ago, after she had unexpectedly kissed him when they were both lying on the sand, and his reaction after she separated from him and stood up, confused her a bit as she struggled to process if she had seen rightly. For as long as she could remember, she didn't think she had ever seen Malcolm in that way before. She saw him flustered! ‘He was flustered? But why? Their lips touched more than twice even if it wasn't pleasant, but still, he was the one that initiated it. And if they were truly dating, they would probably have

Did you bring your drugs along?” Malcolm walked out of the bathroom, suddenly remembering during his shower time that he had not seen her use her drugs since he came back and since they traveled. “No,” Zoe muttered, as she sat in front of the dresser which she had been glued to for minutes, straightening her hair over and over again. “Are you feeling better now? Should we go purchase new ones for you?” he suggested, not wanting to ask her why she had not been taking them as expected. She could get mad if he tried to be possessive about it, and he was not willing to bargain the peaceful atmosphere between them for anger. “I have always been fine, you know. But u do use them,” she turned to look at him, as her lips pulled into a thin line.“Have you been remembering anything or having glimpses of your memories these days?” Malcolm inquired slowly and gently, like he didn't mean to ask so directly as he walked out of the dressing room, already fully dressed. “Are you hoping I don't r