After the Millionaire CEO Obsessed Over Me, He Lost His Memory Chapter 13

After the Millionaire CEO Obsessed Over Me, He Lost His Memory Chapter 13

And that was how we ended up on a national broadcast together. 

Why? 

Because whenever another male guest got near me, Adrian’s face darkened and he stared at the man like he was planning a 

murder. 

Sebastian was even worse. 

If Sebastian tried to talk to me, Adrian would pull me away and 

refuse to let me make contact. 

He spent the entire day going nowhere, staying pressed close beside me. 

Whenever I spoke, he looked at me with those waiting, needy 

eyes. 

A six–foot–three, untouchable CEO who was cold and quiet 

with everyone else, a man of few words and even fewer 

expressions, was suddenly clingy, insecure, and totally 

whipped. 

When Sebastian came to speak to me again off camera, I 

walked Adrian over to him. 

“Let me introduce you,” I said. “This is my husband, Adrian.” 

“I thought you were already divorced.” 

Adrian’s hand tightened sharply around my waist. 

“Adrian Vale,” he said, extending a hand. “Vivienne’s 

husband.” 

“Sebastian Hale,” Sebastian replied, taking his hand. “You 

should remember me.” 

His fingers closed around Adrian’s. 

“After all, if you hadn’t sent someone to slash my tires back then, I would’ve been the one to save Vivienne from that predatory producer. 

I would’ve been the one with her.” 

I looked at the two men’s forearms, veins standing out under 

the strain. 

Well, well. Their fingers were probably going numb by now. 

I tugged Adrian’s arm. 

He immediately dropped the act and turned to look at me with wounded eyes, as if accusing me of taking Sebastian’s side. 

His entire body seemed wrapped in gloom. 

“Even if you had been the one to save me that day,” I said, looking straight at Sebastian, “I still wouldn’t have been with 

you.” 

Adrian’s mood visibly improved. 

If he had an invisible tail, it would have been wagging behind 

him. 

“I didn’t know you always thought that,” I continued, ignoring the hurt in Sebastian’s eyes. “I should have told you 

earlier.” 

“I’ve never liked you. Not before. Not now. Not ever.” 

After thinking for a second, I added, “Not even if I got 

divorced.” 

Adrian’s imaginary tail immediately drooped again. 

We’re not getting divorced, sweetheart. 

Adrian silently corrected me in his heart. 

Using Adrian’s power as one of the show’s investors, I requested that the third episode not be aired and took the raw footage back. 

There was no helping it. 

Adrian’s behavior simply could not be made public. 

If his employees and competitors saw him like this, how was he supposed to maintain any shred of authority?