All Chapters of After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I kept my head down, quietly eating for a while.Then, a sudden thought hit me—Julian never really knew me. He didn’t even know my likes, dislikes, or dietary restrictions.An empty feeling settled in my chest, and before I could stop myself, I muttered, “Then what were those five years of marriage for?”Miles took a slow sip of his champagne, his voice unhurried. “A sincere heart, wasted on a bastard.”I choked.…The next morning, I woke up early and checked my phone, only to find dozens of new messages.Most of them were from buyers on the resale app, inquiring about prices.I carefully responded to a few interested ones.Some trusted the listings, while others were skeptical about luxury goods being sold at such steep discounts.I wasn’t familiar with how online sales worked nowadays—my last memory of the internet was back when social messenger had just launched.Typing out responses one by one was slow and exhausting, and before I knew it, the entire morning had passed.By the ti

Mary chuckled. "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. That must be Mr. Wynn." But when she opened the door, it wasn’t Miles—it was another bouquet, this time a massive arrangement of pink oriental lilies. Lilies had much larger blooms than roses, making the bouquet look even more extravagant. Both Mary and I were stunned. The delivery guy handed over a form for us to sign, chatting as I signed for it. "A lot of people were staring on my way here. Is it someone’s birthday?" I was completely baffled. "Are you sure these are for me? Could they have been delivered to the wrong address?" The delivery guy asked, "Are you Evelyn White?" I nodded. He double-checked the address and my name, then smiled. "Then there’s no mistake. Gotta run—next delivery’s waiting." With that, he was gone. Mary and I stared at the two giant bouquets, speechless. Before she could say anything, I quickly cut in, "These aren’t from Mr. Wynn." Without wasting another second, I went back to

Mary quickly checked me over. "Oh dear, Miss White, stop washing already! Go on, wash your hands and keep Mr. Wynn company in the living room." She shot me a series of exaggerated winks. Hearing the commotion, Miles walked over. Before I could react, Mary suddenly shoved me toward him. "Mr. Wynn, take Miss White out of here. She’s not meant for this kind of rough work!" Caught off guard, I stumbled straight into Miles’s arms. Mortified, I stiffened. Mary really didn’t know how to control her strength!Miles steadied me, his gaze flicking to my clothes, damp from the splashing water. He took my wrist and led me away. "Go change into something dry." Still in a daze, I nodded. "Oh… okay." Then I obediently went to my room to change. By the time I came back, Miles was already seated on the couch, watching the news. Feeling awkward, I hesitated for a moment before moving to sit on the opposite end of the sofa, not too far from him. To be honest, Miles wasn’t as cold or

I realized that Miles had a habit of ruffling my hair, like he was soothing a bristling cat.He said, "If you need anything while I’m away, call my assistant, Patrick Cooke. And remember not to get into trouble.""Mm, got it," I promised.With that, he picked up his suit jacket, ready to leave.Just as he was heading out, Mary came out from the kitchen and called after him. "Mr. Wynn, you’re leaving already? Why not stay and rest a bit?"I stiffened.Miles gave her a polite smile. "No, I have to go. I’ll be away on a business trip for the next few days, so I’ll have to trouble you to take care of Eve."Mary beamed at him like a mother sizing up a promising son-in-law. "No need to worry, Mr. Wynn! Miss White is just like my own daughter—so pretty and well-behaved. Even if you didn’t ask, I’d take good care of her."Miles smiled and turned to me, lowering his voice. "Be good. Wait for me to come back."My ears burned instantly.After he left, Mary kept gushing. "Mr. Wynn is such a gentle

They were as impeccably dressed as ever, but I glanced at the shopping bags in their hands and couldn’t help but smirk."Oh, what a coincidence. Are you two here to shop for secondhand bags?"Rossie’s expression darkened. "Eve, we still haven’t settled our last score! What are you so smug about?"Lilian sneered beside her. "Rossie, don’t you see? She’s here because she’s broke and needs to cash out."With a mocking chuckle, she added, "Look at her, without Julian Moore, she’s nothing. Didn’t she used to call herself Mrs. Moore all the time? What a joke."Both of them covered their mouths, laughing as if they’d just heard the funniest thing in the world.I felt irritation bubbling inside me.I was here to sell things, and of all people, they just had to run into me at the worst moment.Not wanting to waste my breath, I turned to leave.But Rossie wasn’t done. "Oh, leaving so soon?"I ignored her and headed back toward the VIP room.Then, behind me, she suddenly said, "Hey, Lilian, did y